Blindfolded ||Yoonmin ff|| +18

[Sick]

(Again. I know it's a one hour version but this is because I don't think people can read this whole thing in 3 minutes 😂)

Jimin was currently sprawled out on his bed. His cheeks had a fluffy blanket of red laid across them. He wasn't in...the best shape, but he was managing alright by himself. Jennie would stop by once in a while with whatever food he begged for and comfort him.

"You know you didn't have to do that, right?" Jimin just sighed, letting his head fall farther down than it was.

"I would've been fired. And I love my job. It's just pricks like him that make me wonder why I ever joined." he spoke with occasional hand gestures. There was a mix of emotions tracking through his mind making him feel ill. He's already thrown up twice. He mumbled 'dickbag' under his breath every time he thought of what happened two days ago.

"I don't think he would fire you. You're the top stripper for fuck's sake! He'd be making a big mistake if he did." Jimin chuckled and brushed his hair back like he had been doing every five minutes. He took in a deep breath and stood up to get a glass of water.

"Thanks, Jennie. But I'm really not that good." she scoffed, followed by an eye roll.

"Bullshit, Chim. You ARE the best there. I don't understand why you're so hard on yourself! If you went to the dance academy, I bet you'd be better than Hoseok!" Jimin practically choked on his water.

"NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE, can beat Hobi's skill. Maybe I'm a good dancer but nowhere near as good as he is! He's an idol compared to me! My idol even!" water was dripping off his chin as he frantically waved his arms in the air, trying to make a point. Jennie giggled at the ridiculous scene in front of her.

"You have a good point but what I'm trying to say is you're an amazing dancer. Pole or not." the jingle of keys sounded when she twirled them around her finger. "I gotta get going. Will you be back tomorrow?"

"Most likely." Jimin hasn't told her yet but there's a specific person that he's looking forward to seeing. Now, he didn't know if he'd still be there but he was hoping he would be. He didn't even know the man's name and could barely even see his facial features half the time. Why was he so interested in this stranger?

Jennie left and Jimin already felt bored. It's weird how you can spend the whole day with someone and the instant they leave it's so lonely. He sighed realizing he was getting too deep into it and went back to the couch. He wasn't as sore as yesterday and the day before but he still felt sick. It wasn't a new feeling, though. He was pretty used to it speaking from his malnutrition.

Both pushing himself to the extremes and not properly eating made his body weak after a certain point. But he wasn't going to tell anyone about his bulimia, no. Why would he? They'd only worry more. Not even Jennie knew about it. And he planned to keep it that way.

The urge to puke crept it's way to Jimin and, before he could even process it, he was vomiting in the toilet. God, the sound was horrid. How has he not gotten used to it? The sight, too. Everything about it, the feeling, taste, sight, and sound just made him cringe. With a quiet 'gross', he wiped his mouth and stood up. Leaning on the counter, he looked at his now pail face in disgust.

Can you get any uglier?

His eyes lead his way out of the bathroom with a large roll. Now was the perfect time for a face mask. The supplies were already laid out across his vanity. Set in tippity top shape with no mess in sight. Everything in his living space was organized, due to him being a "neat-freak" as Jennie and everyone else called him. He couldn't help it. Sometimes he'd find himself cleaning Jennie's house if he didn't like something.

"20 minutes and air dry, got it. Where's my timer?" it was a habit of his to talk to himself out loud. Another thing he couldn't control. Just sounds like he's mentally ill if you ask him. It was only occasional in public, though. He just sighed and placed the products over his skin. It felt nice when the cold mask touched his skin, almost instantly releasing the stress that had built up within him. Also helping with his fever. For the first time today he was able to actually rela-

RIIING RIIING RIIING

....or not. Why?! Now he'd have to get up from his warm bed and risk the mask sliding off his face! Besides who was even calling him at this time? He picked his phone up, utterly confused. Unknown? Who has his number?

"Hello?" one of his eyebrows were still raised when he heard a partially familiar voice.

"I f-fucking hate you, slut." ....what? Who was this?

"U-Um..who is this?" panic and worry spilled over Jimin and the depths of his soul. He was truly terrified. The person on the other end sound like they were in pain and were practically choking as they spoke.

"Don't play dumb with me, Park." ....is this the guy from the club? The 'dickbag' who practically tore Jimin's asshole? It can't be! How'd he get his number?! "Whatever little s-sick group you're part of better f-fuck off..." occasional groans were heard and Jimin could barely feel his legs. Sick group? Jimin only knows Jennie and Hoseok. Who was he talking about?

"W-What do you m-mean?" a scoff, then a groan and what sounded like someone spitting played though the speaker. Is he ok? Wait...why would Jimin care?! He was just too caring.

"Before I die...rgh...I had to say. You're nothing but a sick fucking s-slut...kill yourself, fucking bitch. You w-weren't even that good anyways."

~Author~

Aaaaaaand we're stopping there before i get reported or something. Another warning, if you are offended by rape, abuse, drugs, etc. you do not have to continue reading. The next chapter won't be so nice. a lot of "potty mouth" talk will be held.