and they were seven⁷ | bts ff

part 2: jimin

Mornings were hard for Park Jimin, as he was forced to say goodbye to each and every member as they left the dorm one by one at varying times for practice, meetings and a plethora of other work related things at the hybe building, and he was then left alone, suffocating in his thoughts, spending dozens of minutes by body checking - he's been specifically fixated on his upper arms lately - and then trying to talk himself out of compensatory over-exercising, sometimes successful, other times not. And so when the doctors told him on his last check up that his blood tests came out much better and his weight is in check with their schedule corresponding to his meal plan, he tried out for his luck and negotiated with the team that he could come with the rest of them to practice. He was officially still on hiatus and the fans weren't meant to hear from him until he put on a few more pounds, but in the end, the doctors, as well as the members, agreed it's better for him to be involved in the daily work activities and sometimes having some exercise in the form of dance practice in a somewhat controlled environment, rather than being locked up alone in the dorm, fighting the thoughts on his own.

And so, even though he was becoming overwhelmed with constantly being under the lense and his every move controlled, he actually preferred it, at least for now, to being left completely alone.
Today was his first day officially back at the Hybe building after what seemed to be an incomprehensible amount of time, but has only really been a little over a month.

Playing games with Taehyung the night before until well passed midnight wasn't perhaps the best idea, but it wouldn't be his first time running on just a few hours of sleep, and the excitement kept him going.

Breakfast was sort of a DIY deal as everyone rushed out at different times, and Jimin found himself to only get up from bed after everyone's already left. It wasn't that big a deal, but finding out he only had less than an hour to get ready, eat and drive to the Hybe building for their dance practice today was a bit concerning, even for him - perhaps, especially for him.

Without the eyes of eagles all around him, he took the pantry and fridge by attack as soon as he did the bare minimum in the bathroom. He smiled at the thought that their pantry has never been so full before, definitely not full of actual sustainable meal options instead of just snacks, and immediately linked it with his members being too caring and making sure he has everything he needs.

Though he genuinely wished for a less lazy breakfast, the lack of time had him reaching for a banana flavoured protein shake - he knew Jungkook wouldn't scold him this time, not even when it was the last one - and a pack of freeze dried mango. While already sipping the drink, he logged the calories for both items into his app. The others didn't know he still counted them, but he saw no harm in it. As long as he keeps eating despite the numbers, it's okay, right..? Either way, there was no time to even think about that today.

Locking himself up in his room, he praised himself for already planning an outfit and packing necessities the night before, so now he just manouvered out of his sleeping shirt and shorts with the protein shake still in his hand, finishing the last drops, and then, in a more organised way, put his outfit on. It was as simple as it gets - loose light washed jeans he found forgotten at the bottom of his closet, a deliberate choice so he couldn't compare how they fit now versus how they used to fit; and a comfy loose fitting light grey shirt, though now he wasn't sure - did the sleeves used to hug his biceps tightly when he was younger, or was it always oversized on him?
Just as he was trying to find his makeup essentials, scattered across the room, he heard the door from across the hallway. Funny, he thought he was the only one left. Shortly after, the main door closed with a loud bang just as he finally managed to find his beauty blender and with hands full of products, headed to the bathroom again. He checked the time shortly - if he finishes fast, he'd only be five or ten minutes late. That's excusable.