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13

If I would've held you in my shaking arms back then, ran my hands through your soft locks and whispered how beautiful you are into your ear over and over..

Would we be able to be different now?

character chapter: PARK JIMIN
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warnings: eating disorder related themes, could be triggering. proceed with caution.

Dinner time.

Those two words rang through Jimin's ears like buzzing hornets in the scorching hot summertime, the pleasant feeling most get making him the most anxious human being alive. He fiddles with his fingers in his lap, feeling Yoongi's warm hand rubbing comfortingly over the side of his sweater covered arm.

Luckily most of the attention is on Namjoon as he explains monotonously what he and Seokjin were doing upstairs, and on the aforementioned pinkette who's in a navy blue patchwork hoodie that appears definitely too big to be his own.

Jimin stares down the dreaded plate in front of him, the pleasant smell making him want to throw up. Don't eat it, you have better things to do than get fat.

"Shut up, I'm not listening to you anymore." Jimin whisper to himself, the chattering of the loud family (except for Taehyung who's oddly quiet) too loud to hear his mumbling.

The ravenette can't help but look at the plate in disgust.

Salmon and crab mix, 400 calories.

"Shut up."

Potato salad with bacon, 230 calories.

"Shut.. up..."

Caesar salad with orange, 140 calories.

"Shut up!" Jimin whisper yells, unaware of the warm tears flowing down the pale expanse of his hollowed our cheeks.

"Jimbles it's ok, take your time." Yoongi whispers into the younger's ear, the loud voice residing into the back of his head. "Go at your own pace, you can do it."

Jimin breathes slowly, his heartbeat loud in his chest.

"Th- anks hyung." Jimin whispers back, feeling the lilac haired man place his left hand on the edge of his chair beside his bony leg.

He never really realized how pale Yoongi is. Or anything about his appearance at all. All he remarked back then was his constantly pink cheeks and nose, and how he looked like an angry kitten.

He definitely didn't notice the small mole on his cheek, his smooth skin and thin yet soft looking lips and dark straight eyebrows.

He never saw the veins on his hands and how his love for long sleeves always covers the complete surface of his arms, sweater paws often the result of his love for hoodies. He never payed attention to how his dark calico eyes sneak glances at him every five seconds, or the small shine on the tip of his nose.

"You're staring at me Minnie." Yoongi mumbles, Jimin quickly looking away with a fast heartbeat.

"S-sorry." Jimin mumbles. He places his cold fingers of the metal fork beside his plate, fiddling with it.

"Looking at me for a reason?" Yoongi asks, taking a forkful of salmon into his peachy lips. Jimin glances back at him, picking up the fork into his fingers hesitantly.