TEXTS | BTS

(35) Part I

BTS as your boyfriend.

You find out they have depression. 19 part II continuation.
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Park Jimin
Jimin's point of view
*triggering*

Y/N: Park Jimin

Y/N: I need you to talk to me

Y/N: why were you not at practice?

Y/N: Jimin?

Me: I was tired

Y/N: Jimin

Y/N: yoongi told me

Y/N: he can spot the signs more than anyone else

Me: I'm fine

Y/N: stop trying to lose weight that isn't there

Me: it is

Y/N: please Jimin

Me: I'm sorry I can't

Y/N: I'm coming over

Y/N: I'm bringing yoongi so don't go anywhere

"Jimin? can you hear me?"

my head shots up from my phone to look my therapist in the eye.

"um, I'm sorry."

I stand up from my seat grabbing my stuff before heading for the door.

"Mr Park!"

I ignore the calls as I run straight out the room, I need to get home and pack my stuff before y/n gets there. of course I love her, and I don't want to leave her but I'm so bad for her; for everyone.

the therapist office is only five minutes away from the house, I'll get there for y/n and I can leave with her knowing.

"Mr Park!"

is she following me?

I turn around to see if my therapist is still there, but she's not. why would she be following me all the way to the house anyway; come on Jimin get your head straight.

I slam the apartment door open running into the room, you need to get out Jimin. I keep all my clothes in my suitcase anyway, as I'm always traveling I see no point moving them.

I hate buying new clothes, it means I have to try them on only to see how much weight I have put on.

I grab my suitcase before rushing to grab my stuff from the bathroom, my toothbrush leaving y/n by itself, my shaving cream, my towel, my-

"Jimin? are you home?"

shit.

"y/n please leave!"

I rush to grab everything throwing what I have in my carry on.

"Jimin-ah, don't be like this. talk to us."

it's Yoongi hyung, did she really have to bring him. she knows that I have a weak spot for him, I don't have favourites but he really does help me that's what is so special about Yoongi hyung.

all hyungs are special in their own ways and I'm not anything like that; there's nothing special you can say about me.

"Jimin?"

she's right in front of me, she's standing right here. she can see all my bags. she can see what I'm planning to do. what if she saw me skipping meals, or saw me sticking my finger down my throat?

it's the same thing.

"it's not, Jimin."

"what?"

"are you listening to me?"

I don't know what she's saying.

"Jimin!"

"I can't do this anymore! please just leave me alone!"

"why are you leaving me?"

"I just need to g-"

a warm liquid came out of my mouth, onto y/n.

"Jimin! Jimin can you hear me!"

I try to open my mouth to answer her, tell her I'm okay this is normal but more liquid came out.

"Jimin? Hyung is here what's going on? y/n, is that blood?"

I can hear Yoongi hyung, blood? blood isn't normal.

"can you say anything?"

y/n's voice is cracking, she's beginning to cry. I don't want to make her cry, I don't mean to do this to her. I try with all my might to talk to her, I don't want to make anyone upset.

"hyung, y/n, I'm f-"

everything goes black as I hit the floor.

~ 22/1/18

it's kinda midnight here, I'm kinda tired. kinda of life too?

I hope you guys are okay.

I'm still in love with Hoseok in case you were wondering

but the real question is, do I love Joshua Hong more?

I have no idea

maybe I love Taehyung more

or Seokjin more

shit, they're all too perfect

shoutout to Madison for the picture below, I'm going to tattoo this on my foot
how does Jungkook still look perfect like ??