Reflection | YOONMIN

Chapter 39

WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive and possibly triggering content such as: eating disorders. Please read with caution and take care of yourselves. But don't worry, there's a lot of fluff at the end, so enjoy!

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"You've been thinking about what I said, right Jimin?" His father asked expecting a certain answer.

Tonight was the night of the dinner that Jimin and his father attended with his coworkers.

Jimin had arrived 10 minutes early just as a precaution because he didn't feel like getting scolded tonight.

They had just received their meals, Jimin ordering a salad with dressing on the side but not using the dressing of course, but it was after his father had forced him to eat a piece of bread with butter before eating. As if he even had an appetite to start out with, he definitely didn't have one now.

"Yes, dad. I've been thinking about it." He had pestered Jimin multiple times about the whole business career thing. At this point, Jimin isn't even arguing, he's just saying what his father would want him to.

"Atta boy!" His father tapped his shoulder a few times as if to reward him for saying what he was supposed to so he wouldn't embarrass his father in front of his boss and coworkers. His dad always acts so differently around them. He's more lively and is better at faking happy emotions. Jimin wanted to roll his eyes at everything he said, but he couldn't, instead, he was faking smiles. He wanted to leave more than anything. It was torture. As long as he did and said everything to please his father then the easier it would be on him when they left.

Jimin was pushing around his bland salad and periodically popping a few pieces of lettuce and other vegetables in the salad in his mouth.

"... so I was talking to this client, and he was a little fruity if you know what I mean." Jimin heard one of the men say and he glanced up when he was covering his mouth with his hand as if he was trying to whisper, indicating that he clearly thought he was better than whoever this story was about. The men sitting around the table started laughing, including Jimin's father, which he wasn't surprised. "It's not like he was even trying to hide it! His husband came with him and they were holding hands right in front of me for god's sake. Come on, I don't want to see that."

Jimin couldn't take it anymore. He pushed out his chair and his father looked at him.

"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back." HIs father nodded and the men kept on talking.

He rushed to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall. He rubbed his face for a few seconds and gave himself a moment to cry.

His father is just like them. That's the last thing Jimin would ever want to turn out like. He didn't think he was anything like his father, but he wanted to make sure he wouldn't ever be like him.

Jimin sunk down to the floor, which was spotless because this is a very expensive and prestigious restaurant so as it should be, and leaned over the toilet. Was he really going to do this in a public place? Was he really going to throw up in this restaurant bathroom?

He checked under the bottom of the stalls to make sure the bathroom was completely empty and after doing so, he ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath.

"Sorry I can't be like you, dad." Jimin whispered before sticking his finger down his throat and pouring his stomach contents into the toilet.

He gasped for air and coughed a little bit before wiping his mouth with toilet paper and flushing the toilet twice. At least he got rid of the bread his father forced him to eat.