BTS Sick-/Hurtfic

Death threats - Jimin

Requested by eliinaa24
TW: death threats, stalking, emotional distress, gun violence, injury, hospitalization, critical condition, and mental health struggles

The room was filled with excited fans, their cheers echoing off the walls as they held up their letters and gifts for BTS. Jimin greeted each fan warmly, his eyes shining with genuine appreciation.

One fan, clutching a small stack of letters, stood out. Her eyes were wide with adoration as she reached out to Jimin, holding his wrist tightly. The gesture was gentle at first but grew firmer, causing Jimin to wince slightly. Despite the discomfort, he maintained his smile, thinking the fan was simply overwhelmed with joy. He didn't want to make a fuss about it, so he simply nodded and continued with his work.

Later that evening, when the fansign event was over, the members returned to the dorm.

“Hey, Jin-hyung,” Jimin said, dropping his bag near the couch. “I’m going to read through the letters we got today. I’ll be in the room.”Jin nodded, his face breaking into a wide grin. “Sure thing! I’ll be in the kitchen, cooking dinner."

Jimin went to his room, he shared with Taehyung. He was looking forward to reading the letters, which he had set aside for a quiet moment. He closed the door to his room, settling into his bed. Taehyung was out, which meant Jimin had the room to himself.

He carefully opened the first letter, his heart fluttering with joy. It was filled with kind words and encouragement. The second letter was just as heartwarming. However, when he reached the third letter, the mood shifted dramatically.

The letter was harsh and cruel. It was a death threat, and it cut through Jimin like a knife.

“Jimin, you think you’re so special. Look at you—so fat, so clumsy. Your face is a joke and just in all ugly. Your dancing is pathetic, and your singing is worse. I’ve seen you in your practice room, sitting at your desk. I know where you live. I know every step you take. If you don’t leave BTS, I swear I’ll make sure you pay for it. I’ll be watching, and if you don’t leave the group, you’ll regret it. Consider this a warning.”

The letter was accompanied by several disturbing photographs. One showed him sitting at his desk, looking focused as he worked on his music. Another was from a practice room, capturing a moment when he was stretching before dancing, seemingly captured at moments of ordinary life.

Jimin's hands trembled as he read the letter. His heart pounded so hard he could barely breathe. The words cut deeper than he could have imagined, and the threat was terrifying. He struggled to process what he had just read. The room felt like it was closing in on him, and he couldn’t think straight.

“What...?” he whispered, barely able to comprehend what he had just read. His face grew pale, and a cold sweat formed on his forehead.

He quickly shoved the letter into his drawer, trying to calm himself and focusing on the other letters, hoping they would ease his discomfort. But the letter was deep in his mind, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

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At dinner, the rest of the members didn't seem to notice Jimin's distress at first. They chattered away about their latest dance routine and the upcoming concert while he sat quietly, pushing his food around his plate. His appetite had vanished, and he felt sick to his stomach. He tried to act normal, smiling and nodding when appropriate, but inside, he was falling apart. The fear of someone watching him, knowing his every move, was overwhelming.

“Hyung, remember when you tried to dance with those ridiculous moves?” Hoseok teased, causing a burst of laughter from the group.

Everyone joined in the laughter, but Jimin remained silent.