Fat •Jihope•

XI

Jin

"That's what he told me. So. . .do you think he did this on purpose? Cause he thought he was f-fat?"

My voice cracked slightly as I explained to the doctor what Hoseok told me.
He thought about it for a second and nodded.

"It could be. . .if so, it is best that you take Jimin to a therapist. To get him on the right track again. Get him eating and becoming healthy again."

I nodded at the doctors response.
Therapy sounded like the best option we had for Jimin.
I don't want this to happen again.

"I can sign him up for a therapist that we have close to here. She's very good at her job so don't worry."

I smiled slightly and thanked him.
He walked away and I was left alone in the hallway.
I took a deep breath before reentering the room.
Everyone was talking again.
Jimin sat quietly, watching everyone as they talked.
Nothing like this should have every happened to Jimin. . .
He doesn't deserve it.

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Jimin

"Eomma?"

I peeked my head into my mother and fathers bedroom.
She sat quietly on the bed.
Bruises and cuts on her face.
Her brown eyes red and puffy.
She looked over at me and smiled.

"Oh Jiminie, what do you want sweetheart?"

Her voice was soothing and soft.
I smiled lightly and skipped over to her.
Hugging her by her waist.
She hugged me back.
He warmth felt nice.

"Did appa hit you again?"

I asked looking at her face.
Her smile dropped as she played with my hair.

"N-no sweetheart, no he didn't."

I already knew she was lying but I let it slide.
I suddenly heard a door be slammed shut.
My eomma flinched at the sound and froze.
Appa walked through the bedroom door.
A bear bottle in his hand.
Eomma held me closer.

"God damnit! Don't you ever stop feeding that damn child!? Look how fat he's getting!"

His words barely made sense but I knew what he was saying.
I wasn't fat. . .
Was I?
I felt tears in my eyes.
I wasn't going to cry.
Not in front of him.

"What are you gonna cry now?!"

He yanked me from my eomma by the arm.
She gasped and yelled at him to let me go

"O-ow!"

I cried out as he held my arm tight.
It hurt a lot.
He growled at me and through me against the floor.

"Pig."

My eomma ran over to me a picked me up.
Holding me close to her.
Telling me it was going to be ok.
He walked out of the room.
Swaying side to side.
And all I remember was the one name he always called me.

Pig

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