number 13 | yoomin

thirty-four

jimin was really opposed to the idea of going into a program for his eating problems. however, his parents still dragged him for an evaluation.

he looked out the window, "i want yoongi" he said as they drove, he wanted to go home already, "you can see him when we're done here" his mom spoke, he groaned.

"i'm nervous" he said, "just answer everything honestly" his father said, jimin nodded,"i will

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jimin

hi hyungie

im going to get evaluated for this outpatient thing for eating and im really scared

if i do go there, i can take people for the my meal times

idk hyung 😞😞 im so scared

yoongi

oh my minnie

im so glad ur seeking support and help, it's a big step! proud of u! i'd be more than happy to go if you invite me

you'll be fine, okay? just answer their questions and they'll know what to do

jimin

ok hyungie

i miss u

yoongi

miss u too minnie

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the psychologist sat down across jimin. the room wasn't intimidating, but jimin was still nervous. the psychologist took note of jimin's loose clothing and how he was wrapping his arms around his stomach.

"hi jimin, how are you feeling today?" she asked, "good, how about you?" he asked, "i'm great, thanks for asking" the woman smiled, jimin nodded with a small smile.

"do you know why we're here today?" she asked, jimin nodded, "my parents think it would be great for me and whatever, i feel like they're over exaggerating though" he said, a yawn leaving his mouth.

"what do you think they're over exaggerating about?" she asked, "i think they exaggerate how skinny i am. they act like they can see my ribs, which they can't, unless you look hard enough. i barely saw them this morning"

"do you often check your body throughout the day?" she asked, jimin nodded, "and why is that?" she asked, jimin sighed, "is it crucial to know that?"

"i would prefer you answer it" she said, "fine, i do it to see if i look bloated or anything, more specifically to see if my ribs are showing yet" he mumbled, "why do you want your ribs to show?" she asked, "my old dance teacher said that's what made people pretty and desirable. i didn't get the same treatment as the rest of dancers because my ribs didn't show. i'm not in dance anymore though"

the woman wrote something down, jimin played with his sleeves, "is that still something you actively believe?" she asked, he nodded, "it's a standard" he mumbled, he didn't like to be questioned like this. he wanted to cry.

"are you afraid of gaining weight?" she asked, jimin sniffled, nodding as he covered his face. he didn't want to be seen right now. the woman frowned, just letting him cry.