Mentally Unstable || BTS [Completed]

<• Chapter 21 •>

-3 Months since Park Jimin was admitted-
Chapter 21: Park Jimin back at it again

*Park Jimin's POV*

Taehyung left after telling me to eat up.

I honestly still had issues with my body, but I was sort of understanding that starving yourself only causes your body to hold on to the fat you have and stores it, causing one to be back at the beginning, I didn't want that.

So I ate what I could.

But it's been 3 months now, I only have 3 months left. And oddly I started to like it here more everyday.

That was the most stupid thing anyone in a Mental Hospital could say. But I couldn't lie to myself.

I liked being around these people, these nurses, feeling cared for and loved. Back home, I just have my mother, and she couldn't care less that I'm here.

She probably wanted to get rid of me for a while and I bet when I get back she'll make me pay back for my medicine bills.

I slowly picked up my spoon as Namjoon and Hobi urged me to eat.

I slowly dipped it in the substance, my mind still wandering.

That night...when I saw Hoseok getting those weird pills from Hanwoo. I tried ignoring that, I tried to tell myself there's no point in asking anyways since it was so long ago.

I must've been overthinking the situation, or at least that's what I told myself. I'd never actually know...unless I asked him now.

Aish but I can't.

We're in a cafeteria, filled with people, doctors, nurses, Hanwoo could approach any minute, you never know when that guy pops out of no where like a zit or something.

But I do vaguely remember him heading towards the infirmary or somewhere in that direction, I'm guessing he was doing work for once.

If I did find the right time, I'll ask Hoseok, but the question is...when?

I have 3 months, I guess that's considered plenty of time but there's only so many places you can go without being watched and when you think you're alone there's always the CCTV cameras.

Psychiatric Hospital seems more like a jail everyday, but feels more like home everyday.

I finally managed to shove whatever it was, the food in my bowl, in my mouth.

I chewed the substance slowly, the mooshyness and the random chunks of god knows what swirled around in my mouth.

It was like someone ripped up paper, soaked it in watery milk and called it food.

I threw it up, right back out.

The burning sensation stung my throat.

Hoseok's eyes widened as he rushed to my side and Namjoon left to get tissues, Jungkook on the other hand was yelling at the doctors to come over and help.

"Yah! You guys are DOCTORS. Not BODYGUARDS! Help him an anorexic patient just threw up! What do you even get paid for?!" Kook bellowed angrily as the doctors finally got a move on.