𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈

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Somehow his plans were turning out fine.

He managed to wake up late enough and eat as little as possible without his elder noticing nor his fellow dancer's. It was truly amazing.

He a wash of euophoria as if it were water rushing on his back. The power and contorl that he now had was amazing.

But his other was starting to notice. The cracked skin, mood swings, and even worse his bones. He silently observed his ever move. How he has to hold his boney chest after just walking up a couple steps, how he polietly rejected everymove, how he always holds his stomach, his constant sickness. So much more. It hurt him to know that that little smile Jimin always gave to him was his mask over all the war within him.

Jimin was really scared that one day Yoongi will walk out wih his bags and never comeback and will never be held by his arms again. He wont be able to rub his hand on his face anymore, he wont be able to see that smile, he wont be able to suffer theough his grandpa tendances. Most importantly all the people thatstayed by his side and the people that will.

Its been awhile since he has seen his folks. He expected that after his most successful preformance his parents and siblings will be waiting to hug him and care for him, but they never did. They left him there in the lobby surrounded by families who gifted their childern with smiles and tears and he was well aware he wasn't gonna be given that same treatment. He can only be so thankful for Yoongi whom always waited with flowers and watched with passion, not to forget the school director who so willingly payed for his scholarship with no hessitation.

But again. He never knew when this will all slide out of his hands like sand.

Lmao quoted b.p.