{completed} littlies 》bangtan sonyeondan

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little!jimin (mental age 3-6)//caregiver!hoseok

warnings of eating disorders + insecurity in this chapter

wowza it's been so long since i wrote for a little jimin, here we go.

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Jimin stared at himself in the mirror, fat tears threatening to spill over his eyelids as his gaze locked on the skin of his stomach. He sniffled as he inhaled, watching the pale flesh pull back over his ribs in order to intake oxygen.

He was ugly.

First he was told he needed to lose some weight and finally after he did, he was ridiculed and told he needed to put on more. There was no inbetween - Jimin was just ugly.

Hosoek - luckily - hadn't noticed his boyfriend's dramatic weight loss, his contrasting night shifts at the station taking his toll on him as soon as he arrived home. Jimin was usually up and out of the door by the time Hoseok pulled up outside the door after a long night shift, Jimin hastily struggling to unlock his own car with his heatproof flask in one hand and rucksack dangling off of the other shoulder.

The older of the two would more often than not help Jimin at least get into his car, stopping only to give him a kiss goodbye before he was out cold on the bed (or the couch if his body wasn't awake enough to even get him to the bed). And the clothes Jimin wore - aswell as his doctor's uniform - were baggy anyway, just how Jimin liked them.

So, yeah, Hoseok never really did see much of Jimin anymore, and the latter didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, seeing as Hoseok would probably scold Jimin for not eating enough.

Hoseok had a hard time leaving Jimin alone sometimes in case he slipped into little space when he wasn't around and wasn't able to take care of himself, so Hoseok might even vouch for punishing him for not looking after himself like a good boy.

But even if Jimin did try eating something, his digestive system had grown so used to him not eating anymore that he would probably throw the non-existent contents of stomach back up again in a heartbeat.

But, above all, Jimin wondered if Hoseok would still love him when he saw the state of his body. Hoseok loved Jimin's body - he said it all the time. Loved his chubby cheeks and cute little fingers. His big nose and the way it would scrunch up when he smiled that beautiful eye smile of his. Hoseok in himself would never leave Jimin for something like this.

Sure, he might be a little upset, but he would never try to make Jimin feel bad about himself even more so, but Jimin refused to believe that. There was only so much that one person could take, and Jimin believed this was the end of the line for him and Hoseok.

~*~

"You're home?" Jimin more asked than stated, confused at why Hosoek was home so early.

"Jungkook offered to take my shift for me," Hoseok beamed, falling down onto the couch next to Jimin and immediately resting his head in his younger boyfriend's lap. "Something about him and Tae having a fight and Jungkook not wanting to see him tonight."

"Sounds rough on them," Jimin frowned, beginning to card his fingers through Hoseok's jet black hair. "I hope they sort it out, though. They do make a really cute couple."

"Me too," Hoseok hummed, closing his eyes and letting Jimin's fingers work their magic in his hair. "You feeling little?"

"No," Jimin answered. "But I want to."