'Okay, we didn't tell you to eat everything we have in the house.' Hoseok started trolling the moment he laid his eyes on me at the table, laughing in what I'd say was shock
I was going to argue, but then I looked in front of me and noticed that I actually had an unhealthy amount of food on the table. 2 bowls of rice, 3 mini burritos, bread, 6 eggs, bacon, and a dozen pancakes.
'You think this was my choice?' I simply pointed to Jin, who was bringing more food to the table, placing vegetables in front of me
'Eat, eat.'
'Where do you think all of that will fit? I could eat this in a week. Maybe.' I argue
'You're gonna eat, or I'll force feed you.' He threatened me with a fork in his hand and then tossed the vegetables on my plate. I'm so done with him.
'You're gonna kill him, Jin. Honestly, not even Jungkook can eat all that.' Thank you, Hoseok
'Not my problem. Eat.'
I did promise I would get my strength back, so I don't have a choice. I'll do what I can. Even if it means my stomach explodes from the amount of food I have to eat.
30 minutes later, and on my last breaths, I honestly had a feeling like I'm about to throw up. I was chewing that last piece of pancake for 5 minutes, unable to swallow it down. I thought the food might come out of my ears.
'Where are you going? You're not done.' Jin scolded me when I tried to leave
'Seriously, I'm about to explode. I ate more than I have in the entire month. I got half my weight back just with this. I swear, one deep breath, and I'm going into cardiac arrest. So I'm gonna go out and lay down next to my wife, so at least if I die, I'm closer to the grave, and you don't gotta carry me there.'
I was serious, but the two crackheads found it funny and started laughing.
'Okay, okay. You're free.' Jin waved his hand, shooing me away
I waddled away to her with a feeling like I'm pregnant with twins. Every step made me nauseous with the amount of food in me.
'Hello, beautiful.' I slowly got down on my knees and then laid down next to her grave, looking up at the bright, blue sky. I put one arm under my head to prop it up, and the other one rested on the ground against the risen ground where she lays.
'I'm sorry if I don't talk much. Jin overfed me, and if I do talk, I might vomit.'
'I'm happy you're eating again, baby.'
'I wish I could say the same.' I chuckle. 'I eat, but... the food has no taste. Since you left me, nothing has a feeling anymore. I can't taste anything. I don't feel warmth or cold anymore either. I can't even feel pain. I just can't... feel. I feel completely dead even though I'm still breathing. The only thing I still feel is that I love you. I love you so much.'
At least I get to tell her that I love her without crying. For the first time since I've been coming here. Every time so far, I've sobbed it out. It's feels good to say it without choking on my tears.
'I love you, Rain.'
I closed my eyes and felt a smile on my own face, repeating it once again,
'I love you.'-----
'I see that's going better.'
'Are you actually stalking me?' I ask Jin without turning around
He seems to be glued to my ass. I might as well start sleeping with him. He's with me all the time.
'No, I just escaped from upstairs. Jungkook ditched his crutches and is now walking around Gyumin, circling him like a shark to mock him because he's still unable to walk.'

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MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|
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