Do you ever find yourself comparing yourself to others and pointing out your flaws? Do you ever find yourself worrying about little things and worrying if you look good? Do you ever find yourself caring about what others think of you?
Do you ever t...
It had been 3 weeks since that incident. Jimin was being carefully watched.
Ever since he was at the hospital, the doctors noticed his heart beats were slowing down. It immediately caused panic.
Jimin was forced fed through a tube that was connected to his body. He cried and tried to get it off. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to gain weight.
Jimin screamed at them to get it off as tears of frustration fell down his cheek.
The doctors held him down as they injected him with a needle to make him calm down.
"N-No! I don't want to. Let me go." Jimin's voice has become faint and he had blacked out, a final tear falling down his cheek.
Jimin was finally discharged 3 days ago and was given time to stay home before going back to school.
Currently, Jimin was looking at a mirror. He felt disgusted with himself. What would everyone at school say?
He was scared. Of what they would do to him. Of what they would call him.
Jimin flinched as his door opened. "Get ready for school." His mother glared at him.
Jimin twitched before nodding. The door closed and he put on a simple outfit.
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A white and black sleeved shirt with some black jeans. Imagine without the beanie.
He rolled his sleeve up and saw that his cuts were fading away.
Jimin sighed before rolling his sleeve back down. He let out a shaky sigh and headed to the bathroom.
His bruises faded away so he didn't have to hide anything.
Jimin looked at his body and saw that he had indeed gained weight.
Jimin hoped that they would just leave him alone. He didn't want any problems.
He swung his backpack over his shoulder and headed outside.
He made it to school, feeling nervous. He took a deep breathe before entering. By now, people were in second period.
Jimin walked to his locker and braced himself for hell. He got his books and headed to class.
Jimin opened the door and all heads turned his way. He heard people murmuring and whispering to each other.
"I thought he was dead."
"Ew. What is he doing here?"
"Wasn't he gone for good?"
"He would've been better off dead."
"Why does he have to be in this class? He's useless."
"He should kill himself. No one wants him here."
Jimin gulped as he walked over to his desk. Tears brimed in the corner on his eyes. He blinked them away, afraid to get teased.
Jimin suddenly tripped on someone's leg. Jimin picked himself up and sat down.
Not even a fucking minute passed and he's already getting teased.
Jimin looked around and saw BTS smirking at him. He gulped and looked down. He started heavily breathing, feeling afraid.
He closed his eyes, hoping it was all a dream and that he will wake up. And his father will still be alive.
But of course, none of that could ever happen.
Jimin felt a paper ball being thrown at his head. He flinched and picked it off the ground.
He stared at it for a while before opening it.
"You've gained some weight fat ass. Go run on a treadmill fucking pig."
Jimin just stared at it, feeling emotionless. He felt as if everything stopped for a minute.
He felt hopeless. He just kept staring at the paper, twitching a bit.
"PARK JIMIN" He flinched at the voice.
"Pay attention! I have to waste my time on students like you! Fucking useless." She muttered the last part. But it was loud enough for the class to burst out laughing.
Jimin just stayed there, looking down. Oh how he wished everything would end.
