Requested by: @itsmeprincessmehhh
"You okay Jin hyung?"
Jin stared up from the rectangular screen, his eyes finding its way up the maknae. His hands tightened into the sides of his phone—his stare reading the disgusting, poisoning comment. "Don't sorry Jungkook, my stomach is just feeling unwell from eating too much food" he denied the younger, a little frown finding away up his face as he stared down at his stomach.
"Jeez slow down—you fat pig"
His fists clenched at the singular comment, and his eyes crinkled in annoyance. But—he can't keep up in this tough act, his wall was crumpled already—the attacks have started to impale him deeply, slowly digging deeper in his mind. He seemed to be happy—but he wasn't, he hated the death threats, the comments about his appearance, his dancing, his singing. Though there were good comments, disagreeing with the venomous comments—he still saw it all.
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"Jin hyung, your not going to eat?" Jimin noticed the older, his plate–full of food, barely even touched. "You should eat Jimin" Jin suggested, getting up from his seat and heading towards his room. Jin sauntered through the straight hall, passing through the empty rooms. His head lead him to the empty bathroom—his hand reaching for bottle.
'Dieting bottles'
A singular pill fell into the palm of his hands, his eyes softening. He shook the bottle, pills pouring out on his hand—falling, hitting the glass sink. "A overdose of pills can kill me" Jin chuckles bitterly, sadly. "That's what they want" Jin repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jin hyung what are you doing?"
The pills in his hand dropped, and his eyes shifted to the innocent voice. He left the door open.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" The maknae reworded the question, his voice quivering as his hands fisted into a ball. "Your so selfish hyung" "do. you think we don't go through the same? What do you think would happen to us if your not here with us?" Jungkook inches towards the broad man. "You can't leave us—don't be selfish. I'm still that maknae who needs you to buy his food for him" the younger whimpered, tears edging to spill. "What do you think will happen to Yoongi thing? To Jimin hyung?" Jungkook muffled his growing voice with gritted teeth. "I'm sorry Jungkookie, don't cry—I won't be selfish"
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A little different that you requested, I hope you still like it though

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