Baby Daddy | p.jimin [COMPLETED]

°26: The grass isn't always greener°

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"Ahh, smells delicious!"

"As always," Jimin complimented himself as he confidently swayed over to his sofa. He placed the bowl of black bean noodles in front of Hoseok, who had his chopsticks ready in his hand. He was about to begin eating when he looked at Jimin, who sat beside him on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to eat as well?" he asked.

Jimin shook his head, "I don't feel like eating."

"When do you ever..." Hoseok let out a sigh before beginning to eat. It was best for him to not question him further because he knew just how sensitive Jimin felt about the topic of eating.

Jimin leaned back on the sofa stared up at the ceiling, "I'm so bored!"

Hoseok eyed the messy coffee table and looked back at him. "At least clean this mess! Your house looks like a junkyard compared to Nari's."

Jimin let out a snort. "Why compare me to her? She probably has OCD or something. You wouldn't call her cleaning habits normal."

"I wouldn't call you normal either," muttered Hoseok, "You are both very strange."

Jimin pushed himself forwards and began to organise his table. He ended up with a pile of junk and another for letters. He had a habit of bringing in his post and chucking it aside on the table, leaving it there for days later.

"What if the clinic has replied back with the DNA results?" thought Jimin as he began to tear open the envelopes.

"We still have a week left."

However, he ignored Hoseok and continued to read through the many letters, throwing them away from him when they weren't what he was looking for. Hoseok noticed how he suddenly paused and lingered on one letter, reading it for longer than the others. Thinking that maybe it was the results, he looked over Jimin's shoulder who shortly after chucked it away, almost landing in Hoseok's food.

"Be careful!" he exclaimed, quickly catching the paper. Curiously, he read the content of the letter, arching a brow. It was sent from Jimin's psychiatrist, informing him about his sessions that he had missed for the past month and a new schedule at the bottom.

"Give it to me," said Jimin. When Hoseok didn't move, he snatched it away from him, scrunching it up and throwing it across the room. Jimin tried to ignore the look of concern from Hoseok as he continued to open the other posts. He knew exactly what he was going to say and he didn't want to hear any of it.

"Why did you lie to your parents?" questioned Hoseok, "Why have you been telling them that you are still attending your sessions when that letter says you haven't?"

Jimin's jaw tightened and his brows knitted in a frown, frustration crinkling in his eyes.

"It's simple. I don't have to go anymore, I'm fine now," he replied, avoiding Hoseok's stares.

"No you are not!" Hoseok raised his voice. "Judging by how you still refuse to eat and the amount of medications hauled in your bathroom cabinet, I know you are not fine."

"At least I eat more than I used to," he mumbled, "And why does it matter to you anyways?"

"Because I care for you, you idiot! The longer you wait, the harder it will get to recover," said Hoseok, "Look. I know that you have improved a lot, physically and I can see that you are much better than a year ago. But your mentality hasn't recovered yet, that's why you are still diagnosed and that's why you still are being called to these therapy sessions."

"I attended for like six months, and they aren't helping," argued Jimin. He knew deep down that Hoseok was saying the truth however being the stubborn person he was, he refused to accept it.

"Change takes time, especially since your mental health has been tainted and left in that state for so many years. If I knew you back then, you bet I would have fought those bullies," said Hoseok, curling his hands into fists.

Jimin couldn't help but let out a snort. "You can't even hurt a bug, how would you hurt them?"

"If it meant you wouldn't end up with an eating disorder and be hospitalised for the majority of your university life, then yes I would've hurt them," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You need to stop nagging at me so much. I get that enough from my parents and noona."

Hoseok picked up the bowl to sip the soup before saying, "They nag you for a good reason. We want to see you happy and healthy, not suffering in a hospital bed again."

Jimin sighed as he averted his gaze to look at the floor, hanging his head in shame. He knew he wasn't fully recovered, he knew he shouldn't be missing his therapy sessions. But recovery wasn't easy and seeing how he had refused going to his therapy sessions, it showed just how weak he really was.

He did many things to make his surroundings seem comfortable as possible. Few years ago, everywhere he went, he was constantly met with eyes filled with pity for his sad life. Things like that caused him to create a false face by faking his confidence. He even learnt how to cook so that his mother would stop forcing him to eat what she had made by making her think he cooked his own meals.

For many years, he craved for a thinner body because he believed he would be a happier person. But when he finally got what he wanted, he realised maybe the grass wasn't so greener on the other side. He declined into a deeper state of depression, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin after starving himself and adopting an unhealthy diet consisting of little food.

At first, he received praises from the people around him for his changing figure but that didn't change the fact that he wasn't happy with himself. What many had failed to realise that not only was the numbers on scale declining, but so was everything else from his sense of self, confidence to his happiness.

His body finally took its toll when he was diagnosed with eating disorder during the start of university. Suddenly the thing he was being praised for became something his family was ashamed of. Teasing him might have not been such a significant thing for his bully but it was something that haunted his life, even till now.