count to ten // vmin one shot

final

ONE.

jimin was a quiet student.

he kept his gaze low during the school day when he walked through the halls, listened attentively to the teacher when they taught, and only had a few close friends whom he ate lunch with and sat with in class. he had always considered himself normal, common, nothing special: just another teenage boy in the city getting ready to graduate and go off to college. his face was nothing special, his family was a normal family of his mother, father, his brother, and himself, and his grades were just average.

it was another normal wednesday morning, and jimin had suffered through his classes and made it to lunchtime.

jimin had a habit of not eating lunch. well, either that or going to the bathroom as soon as he finished. he usually sat with his friends and either ate or didn't eat, depending on whether or not his friends commented on his lunch, and then disappeared to the bathroom halfway through the lunch block until the bell rang. this wednesday afternoon, he chose to stay out of the cafeteria altogether and found himself wandering through the hallways and, eventually, up the stairs to the rooftop.

the heavy metal door creaked obnoxiously when jimin pushed it open, and jimin grimaced as he stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind him. he made his way to the edge, looking off into the distance when he heard a voice from behind.

"who are you?"

the voice came slightly raspy, emphasizing the you in an almost accusatory tone. jimin turned around and saw a thin, lanky boy with dark brown hair and dark eyes, sitting on the ground by the door with a cigarette in his hand. he took a drag and jimin watched the smoke curl above the boy's head, taking notice of his sunken cheeks and sickly skin.

"what? is this your place? you own it?"

the boy shrugged, licking his lips. "it's just that no one usually comes up here. doesn't matter." he smirked then, dropping the cigarette and standing up slowly. "what's your name?"

"jimin. third year."

"well, nice to meet you jimin," the boy said. "i'm taehyung."

TWO.

the next time jimin made his way to the rooftop, taehyung was there again, smoking another cigarette.

jimin looked to him with distaste before sitting down beside him.

"why are you here again? not hungry?"

jimin shrugged. "never am."

"are you not hungry? or do you not want to be hungry?"

taehyung cocked his head at jimin, curiously.

"you have so many questions, goddamnit. i'm trying to lose weight, okay? no more questions now."

taehyung let out a soft "oh" before he turned his head to the side and took another drag from his cigarette.

"what are you doing here then, huh? you not hungry either?"

taehyung looked away, speaking softly. "cigarettes help suppress your appetite. you should try it too, if you really hate your body so much."

okay, so taehyung clearly had no censor.

it doesn't matter because i know how to make the food come back up.