Take Out
Authour: Tonight We Will Survive (Loki_Likey_Thor_Odinson)
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1191
Ship: Jimin×Namjoon×Jin
Summary:
Jimin hasn't been eating again and his partners can't help but worry. They don't know what to do.
So they try.
Content warning: eating disorders, calorie counting
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Jimin groaned as the sound of buzzing woke up him from his nap. He cracked his eyes open into the darkness of his room, black out curtains blocking all light from outside. Yawning, he reached over to grab his phone; the light almost blinded him, and he cursed as he turned the brightness down as quickly as possible. He blinked, trying to get used to it whilst scrolling through the notifications on his lock screen.
16.43 - Joonie: Hey sleepy head are you up yet?
16.57 - Joonie: Heyyyyy
17.48 - Joonie: How do you sleep so much after tour
18.14 - JinJin: Jimin hey, are you awake?
19.08 - Missed Call (2) Joonie
20.16 - JinJin: If you're ignoring us can you at least let us know you've eaten?
Jimin groaned and opened his phone, heading straight into the group chat with both of his partners.
Jimin: I just woke up guys, I wasn't ignoring you.
Jimin: And Jin's text woke me up
Joonie: We thought you'd died in your sleep :P
Jimin: No, unfortunately I'm alive, chatting to you guys.
Jimin: Or, rather, you. Where's JinJin?
Joonie: Driving. I'll brb.
Jimin rolled his eyes and chucked his phone on the bed, snuggling back down into his burrito of bed covers. He was still sleepy and was content enough to fall back asleep when there was a knock on his door.
Groaning, he got up, grabbing a comforter to drag along with him, wrapped around his shoulders. He pulled the door open and froze, seeing Namjoon and Seokjin outside his apartment.
"Uh?"
They brushed by him, Namjoon holding Jimin's waist and leaning down for a kiss before Jimin shut the door.
"Why are you here?"
Seokjin spun around, holding up a carrier bag. "Take out, date night!"
Jimin froze. Namjoon's grip on his hip tightened.
"We're not gonna force you to eat it all, Jimin, just eat a little bit of what you can, okay?"
Jimin looked up, wide eyed before slowly nodding. Namjoon took hold of Jimin's hand, and he let himself be lead into the kitchen where Seokjin was loading food onto plates. Jimin could have been sick on the spot. Seokjin smiled softly.
"I know there's a lot on the plate, but just eat what you can."
Jimin nodded again and sat down at his kitchen island, taking deep breaths. Namjoon stood behind him, wrapping the comforter around him better.
"You guys worry too much about me."
"We're your boyfriends, Jimin," Seokjin paused in his movements to look up, meeting Jimin's eyes. "Of course we care about you, we love you.”
Jimin felt a blush cover his face and hid himself in his comforter; Namjoon laughed and leaned against Jimin’s back before sitting next to him. Jimin poked his eye out almost shyly, and Namjoon smiled, rubbing his back. “We do love you, Jimin.”
“I know you both do, and I love both of you too.”
Seokjin smiled as he set down a mug of coffee for Jimin before bringing the plates over. Jimin chewed on his bottom lip, taking a deep breath. Chicken chow mein. 85 calories per 100 grams. 125 grams on his plate. 106 calories. White rice. 151 calories per 100 grams. 150 grams on his plate. 226 calories. 332 calories over all.
Jimin took a breath and shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, focusing on chewing. It felt like rocks in his mouth and he did his best not to wince. A glance from Seokjin said that he had and he internally cursed himself. Immediately, he put the fork down, sipping the coffee. Black coffee. 4 calories per cup. He sipped slowly, swallowing and allowing the bitterness over his tongue to remove the taste of the chow mein before placing it back down. He managed to get a few mouthfuls of rice in him before he took another few sips of coffee.
“…. right, Jimin?”
Jimin jumped and almost spilt coffee down himself, looking up with wide eyes.
“Huh?”
Namjoon blinked. “You just zoned out of a ten minute conversation, didn’t you.”
“Uh. Did I?” He smiled sheepishly and set the cup down again, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry.”
Namjoon smiled and rubbed his shoulder. “I said our next come back is gonna be legendary, right, Jimin?”
“Oh!” Jimin perked up, smiling softly. “Yeah, it definitely will be. Think about how many more fans we’ve gained from this era. It’s going to be awesome.”
Namjoon turned to look at Seokjin again and Jimin turned back to his plate. Another two mouthfuls of chow mein. Another sip of coffee. Three mouthfuls of rice. Two sips of coffee. One more mouthful of chow mein. Fork down, move the plate away. 104 grams of rice left on the plate. 150 minus 104 means 46 grams eaten, 69 calories eaten. 90 grams of chow mein left on his plate. 125 – 90 means 35 grams eaten, 29 calories eaten. 98 calories, plus the coffee, 102 calories eaten today.
Jimin felt sick. His stomach felt heavy, like everything was being dragged down, and he almost gagged. He hid it behind his coffee mug. Namjoon threw a worried look, glancing at Jimin’s plate and opened his mouth but Jimin beat him to it. “You’re not going to force me to eat more than I can, remember, I don’t have to eat it all.”
“Two more mouthfuls of rice.”
Jimin scowled but shoved them in his mouth. That left 89 grams. 150 – 89, 61 grams eaten. 92 calories in rice. 92 calories plus the 29 calories of chow mein meant 121 calories, and 125 with the coffee. Jimin downed his coffee and wrapped himself tightly in his comforter. Namjoon wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his arm.
“You did good, Jimin.”
“Mhm. So how are the others, have you checked in with them? I’ve slept for like two days I haven’t spoken to anyone.”
It was Seokjin’s turn to frown at the change of conversation, but leant his chin on his hand, chewing on his curry. “Taehyung and Jeongguk have been super busy looking at places to move in together, Hoseok and Yoongi, we’ve barely heard from so they’re probably fucking like bunnies. Hoseok is stressing out, looking for a ring to propose to, Taehyung’s freaking out about moving in with Jeongguk, the usual relationship stuff.”
Jimin nodded and rested his body against Namjoon, snorting when Namjoon tried to feed Jimin. “Forget it, crowtits.”
Seokjin burst into laughter, almost choking on the lump of chicken he had been eating. Namjoon and Jimin ended up cackling and leaned over on the counter. Jimin found himself smiling properly for the first time in a while, letting Namjoon pull him into his lap.
Life like this, he liked it. They cared, but they weren’t intrusive. They didn’t force him. They were helping him, keeping him safe.
Jimin turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to Namjoon’s cheek as Seokjin choked once again after seeing something on his phone.
Jimin smiled and closed his eyes, feeling safe in Namjoon’s arms, even with the deep ache in his stomach.
This was perfect.
