𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

4

For the first time, she spoke to him.

He wasn't in the slightest interested, as he only saw her as another judgemental robot this world calls humans.

"I made food for you, Jimin." Her eyes spoke better than her words, plead and want swirling in her iris' for him to eat.

But he shook his head.

"I've eaten already."

"Jimin. You haven't eaten in almost eight days."

Staring blankly at the girl, his thoughts took over him.

Its been that long..?