Fragments | BTS Oneshots

Jimin | Caught in a Lie

He can't afford to make any mistakes. He can't afford to be anything but perfect.

G | ot7; Jimin-centric. | Warning: eating disorder.

a/n: I haven't been writing a lot lately, so apologies if this isn't very good.

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The song suddenly stops and the members follow. The only sound remaining is heavy breathing in the large practice room.

Jimin takes a deep breath as they all listen to instructions on how they can make the choreography better. He pushes his sweaty hair away from his forehead, and the slight movement makes his bones whine. His stomach clenches tightly as his vision blurs. He closes his eyes, trying to stay steady as his heartbeat thunders in his chest.

When his dizziness disappears slightly, he opens his eyes. Hoseok is talking about something and Jimin realises sheepishly that he hasn't been paying attention. He glances around and finds Yoongi standing in the back, watching him with concern etched upon his face. Jimin attempts to smile but it comes out weak, even to him.

Hoseok demonstrates something and Jimin watches, trying to memorise the new steps. If he learns them quickly enough, maybe he can go home for a couple of hours to rest.

It quickly becomes clear that he can't. Their comeback is in a couple of weeks and they need to be done with so many things today. So, they stay up to work on it, taking short breaks every now and then, until they are all drenched in sweat.

Yoongi brings dinner since all of them are too tired to go home, and they quickly dig in. Jimin takes a couple of bites, chewing slowly, fighting against his protesting stomach. He waits until Tae says that he is full before he stands up, murmuring something about washing his hands and changing his clothes. He passes next to Yoongi who is frowning at him, but leaves before any of them can protest.

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He stays up the next day to work on the choreography. He is at the centre or the front line for most of the dance, and he can't afford to make any mistakes. He can't afford to be anything but perfect.

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Jeongguk comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around Jimin's stomach and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Morning," he says lazily, eyes half closed, hair sticking out everywhere. "When did you come back?"

"A couple of hours ago."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Yeah," he lies.

Jeongguk mumbles something incomprehensible and closes his eyes.

Jimin waits a couple of moments but Jeongguk doesn't move. "Are you just going to sleep like this?"

"Yes," comes the swift reply as the maknae adjusts his head so he could be more comfortable.

Jimin shakes his head just slightly so as not to hit Jeongguk and continues to comb his hair.

Jeongguk tightens his grip on his stomach, and Jimin almost can almost hear his thoughts as his fingers come to touch his rib cage.

"Jiminie," Jeongguk starts, opening his eyes.

Jimin sighs. He really doesn't need a lecture about how much he's been eating right now. He appreciates the concern, but Jeongguk just doesn't get it. None of them do.

"We have a meeting in an hour," Jimin interrupts. "You should get dressed."

Jeongguk stares at him through the mirror in front of them but Jimin pretends not to see it, busying himself with his hair and clothes until Jeongguk reluctantly lets go and leaves.