(Jungkook POV)
I rushed into the bathroom and peeped through the little skits between the stalls.
"Jimin, I know you're in here." I went to the very last stall and could hear clearly the sounds of heavy fluid hitting the porcelain of the toilet.
"Jimin stop. Please." The sounds were unbearable. I could hear his whimpers and I could feel the tears I knew he was shedding.
"Talk to me."
I just needed two words. One word even from him.
With no answer, I slid to the ground with my back against the stall door.
"Jimin, you don't have to do that. There's no reason to."
I couldn't stand listening to it anymore and before I knew it, I was crying.
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(Jimin POV)
My vision was blurry and hearing muffled as I purged.
God, it hurt so bad but if I didn't do this, no one would love me.
I could hear Jungkookie on the other side of the door pleading for me to stop but I can't.
I heard light sniffles.
Was he crying?
But why?
It can't be for me because no one loves me.
It's not worth it.
Leaning over the toilet I let out more of what I had just eaten.
My stomach clenched and squeezed causing my entire body to tremble as my vomit hit the water.
I let out what I believed was the rest and layed my head on my arms that were hugging the toilet.
I was exhausted. My chest was heaving and I could barely breathe.
As long as they love me.
I no longer had the energy to keep myself up and next thing I sa-
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(Jungkook POV)
I heard a thud and I knew that he was out. I got up and crawled under the door and unlocked it from the inside.
I lifted Jimin up and carried him out of the bathroom.
"Jimin..." I couldn't help but kiss his forehead and hold him tightly, wanting him to be alright.
He was so light. Too light and it worried me as I brought him to the practice room.
Everyone seemed shocked and I didnt know why. It couldn't possibly be what I thought...
"What happened to jimin?!" Seemed to be asked repeatedly.
It's obvious so I don't see how they couldn't see it.
I try to be as polite as possible to my hyungs but I just couldnt.
I couldn't help but belch out coldly, "you assholes let him go to the bathroom."
Ignoring their shocked glances, I carried Jimin to a car for our manager to drive us to the hospital.
