Love, Passion & Anorexia

Room 007

Ballet; a sport that requires alot of practice, patience and most importanly dedication.

Jimin was willing to sacrifice it all to succeed. The fresh wind whipped around his face as his slender body spinned around next to the open window. Every now and then he would catch a glimpse of the city view to distract himself from the darting eyes of his opponents.

"Focus, for gods sake! Have you learnt nothing, Jimin?", a female voice pierced through his daydream, causing him to almost lose his balance. He stopped, standing tall with his back straightened and toes pointed to perfection. He looked at his dance teacher who was never too fond of the boy, sweat running down his cheek.

"Forget about it. You're dismissed for the day. Get out of my sight.", she spoke harshly, leaving Jimins heart aching. He tried so hard. His head felt dizzy. "But, Miss ..."

"I don't want to hear it! Get out!"

Jimin was taken aback but he accepted his failure as he pushed his blonde, sweaty hair out of his face. He began to make his way out of the room but grabbed onto the wall next to him, eyes closed from exhaustion. "What are you still doing here, stupid boy?", he heard her again.

Letting go from the wall, he tried his best not to fail, until his vision went black and he lost his balance, giving in to gravity.

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Bright lights above Jimin blinded him as he tried opening his eyes.

He was alone in the unfamiliar room, though it only took him seconds to recognize he was in a hosptial. The beeping next to him caused an agonizing headache.

That was when his doctor entered the room, a concered look plastered on his old face.

"Mr. Park, finally awake I see."

Jimin looked at him. "Alright, I'm fine now, when can I leave?", he asked, voice dry.

The doctor only chuckled, but he didn't seem amused at all.

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The records show this is the third time this year that you've been admitted as an emergency."

"So?"

The doctor sighed. "It's february, Mr. Park."

Jimin turned away, fearing the doctors next words.

"You will be admitted to the local psych ward to an eating disorder unit until ..."

"Eating disorder?!", the blonde cut him off with a cracking voice. "I don't ..."

"Sir, this is beyond my doing. We need to prevent another incedent, otherwise your health insurance won't cover your stay here. So unless you can pay this, you will need to stay at the ward for at least a month, possibly longer."

Jimin groaned. For fucks sake.

"To ensure you will get there savely, an ambulance is going to take you as soon as you feel ready."

The blonde accepted his fate, he knew he should'nt have pushed himself that fateful morning.

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The automatic doors opened in front of the boy, a nurse guiding him inside.

"Salut, the new patient I see!", a quirky woman with long black hair greeted Jimin who wasn't in the best of moods.

"Settle in, settle in! for my and your own safety i will have to look through your belongings, anything I should know of? Lighters, sharp objects?"

"What would I need that for...", he mumbled in response. The woman laughed half heartedly. "You know where you are, yes? It's good to see you don't feel the need to hurt yourself, however it's more common that you know."

With a wild smile she pulled out Jimins point shoes. "Beautiful! Just stunning!"

The womans never ending energy exhausted the blonde as he stood there, watching the woman.

She was finished in no time. "Alright, looks good. Let me give you a quick tour, then you can freshen up until your next appointment. So this right here", the spot JImin watched the woman go through his things, "Is the nurses office. Whenever you need anything, you're welcome to visit us! And through that door" she pointed at a heavy, double glass door that let blinding sunlight flood inside, "Is the smoking area. Since lighters aren't allowed here, you will find an automatic lighter outside, along with a vending machine for ciguarettes. Follow me!"

She went the opposite way now, along a long corridor. They stopped next to a large room. It's walls, as well as the doors to the smoking area were made of glass. "This is the dinning area. The eating times are displayed next to the fridge, but you are free to eat inbetween these times, at night as well. There is no sleep time, all we ask of you is to be quiet after 11pm. And along the corridor" she pointed at the doors plastered along the wall on the other side, "Are the patients rooms. Each room has an individual restroom with a shower and so on. Your room is the number 7. The corridor is like a circle, follow it along and it will bring you back to the nurses office."

She went through the dinning area in an exhaustingly fast pace and showed Jimin the last room. "Through this door is the living room, with a tv, couches and anything you would need to pass the time. The rest of the rooms I didn't show are doctors offices, you'll get to know them soon enough. And that's it! If you need anything, you'll know where to find me. Now seetle in!"

And with that she was gone, back to where they came from, leaving Jimin slighly confused.

He turned, looking for his room. He didn't expect single bed rooms, however he was still dissapointed to find one of the beds in his room already taken.

He went over to the remaining one, throwing his bag on top, dropping himself next to it.

The blond heard the shower was occupied, must be his roommate. It gave him time to look around. The floor was covered in clothes, the bed messy.

Just when Jimin was about to space out, the door to the bathroom opened. He didn't even notice the shower had stopped.

Out came a tall male, hazelnut brown hair that was dripping onto his fresh, white t-shirt.

When he spotted Jimin he smiled a bunny smile. "Oh, a new roommate! Welcome! I'm Jungkook."

Jimin sighed. He just wasn't ready for what was about to come.