constellation

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Busan High School of the Arts—
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" it's just a few pounds" i repeat to myself as i continuously run on the treadmill. the stares of people who wish that i would get off. " miss... you've been here for hours, others are waiting" the employee says and i stop running.

looking down at myself, the once large torso, now smaller than ever. " i have a dance coming up. i need to lose weight" and she says " you have no more weight to lose" and i pick up my bag " if you won't help me, i'll go somewhere else" i say and leave the place. pinching at my stomach, knowing what's wrong with me.

Anorexia Nervosa - an eating disorder in which the person refuses to eat and excessively exercises.

i quickly shower once in my dorm and change into my dance clothes. a pair of leggings, sports bra, and a tank top. i slip on my shoes and run out the door so i'm not late. once at class, i practice my routine. " Ms. Min.... isn't it too, late for practice?" the coach says and i scoff " never" and she nods " don't over do it"

i huff and she leaves the room briefly. my head spinning and vision clouding. " O-oh sorry i didn't know the room was taken" i hear after the door closes and i gulp down and try to find where the voice came from. sweat dripping off of me and my body fighting me. " are you okay? miss?" i hear again and it all fades.

" MISS!" i hear before it's dark.

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Park Jimin- 11:27 pm

i watch her fragile body hit the floor and i yell " MISS!" but she's unconscious. i run to her, throwing my duffle bag and picking up her head. i put my face close to hers and wait for her breath to hit, as i watch her stomach move lowly. " HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" i yell and fumble with my phone.

" Hello, this is *** what's your emergency?" and i panic " h-help! she's unconscious but breathing, i-i don't think she's eaten! please help!" and the service cuts out. i hiss " stupid fucking flip phone!" and i quickly see the teacher run in " OH MY GOD!" she screams and i pick up the limp, fragile, girl.

" jimin! what's going on?!" she asks and i say " she passed out, i'm taking her to the hospital" and she gasps " o-oh my gosh..." and i say " meet me there" and dig for my keys. ( ik he cant drive, but it's a fanfic ok anything's possible)

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Min Luna
the monitor beeps, the sound of murmured voices. i open my eyes slowly and look around, the oxygen being pumped into my nose. " eomma..." i call out, still not fully there. i feel a warm hand " miss? are you okay?" and i look to my right. my eyes basically pop out of my head at how stunning this person is.

" you fainted... i didn't know if you would comply but i brought you here" he says and looks down. then back up " i'm-" i cut him off " hot" and he furrows his brows and i blush " i-it's hot" and he immediately nods and slides the blanket down a bit. " w-ho are you?" i ask and he smiles while sitting up " Jimin."

i nod " Luna...." and the doctor comes in " son, your friends here to pick you up. thank you for bringing Ms. Min here safely" and Jimin stands " of course, father" and i gape at the scene. " get well soon, miss" Jimin says and bows before leaving the room. i point " h-he's your SON? YOU HAVE A SON?" and my doctor sighs " yes Luna"

i nod " i see why he's so handsome.." and my doctor laughs " don't flatter me, we had an agreement." and i gulp " i-i know... i'm sorry" and he sits down where jimin did " i don't expect you to be cured in a week Luna, but this is out of hand. all you have to do is eat okay, please. your mother wouldn't want you to do this to yourself"

i nod, ashamed in myself for getting worse and it's been a week. " discharge papers, diet plan, and a therapist." he says and stands " i believe in you... and trust me, if you think your fat.... you are wrong." and i smile " thank you Dr. Park"

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i nervously knock on the door, hearing various men and laughs and rap music spilling from other dorms. i hold the bag in my hands, shaking from nerves. the door opens and a guy opens it " hello? what brings you to hope world?" he says and i bow " h-hello... is there a Park Jimin here?" and he nods " yes, come on in" and i enter. he says " o-oh uhm no shoes on the carpet. Jin hyung would snap my neck" and i slip them off quickly.

" i'll go get him, oh i'm Hoseok by the way, nice to meet ya!" and i bow but he runs off before i can introduce myself. " JIMINIE! THERES A REALLY PRETTY GIRL HERE FOR YOUUUUU" and there's a laugh " right, since when does a pretty girl come here for ME and not yo-"

he freezes at the sight of me and i nervously smile " Luna... hey... uhm what's up" he says and walks towards me " Hi, Uhm, i uh wanted to say thank you... for helping me the other day" and he smiles " of course" and i hand him the bag " what's this?" he asks and smiles " i made them, they are these doughnut holes with chocolate in the middle..."

he smiles wide and giggles " thank you, i'll have them later." and i smile. " would you like to stay a while? unless you have a class soon.." and i nod " i'd love to, i'm our of class for the weekend" and he smiles " great.. you met hoseok i'm guessing?" and leads me into a very neat living room.

" the hyper one? yes i met him" and he laughs " try living with him." and i smile. he sits down and pats the spot next to him. we start to talk together, about dance and things we like. mostly about music, and dance. then he turns to me and asks " are you hungry? i can make us lunch" and i gulp

" oh- sorry.." he says and i look up " you heard?" i ask and he nods slowly " i- i'm sorry Luna. i know i shouldn't have read your file but- i was curious and stupid" and i shake my head " no it's okay, i promise." and he bites his lip " you would have found out anyways, considering your dad is my doctor"

he sighs " i'm really sorry" and i sit up " Lunch sounds great, mind if i help?" and he looks up, a stunning smile on those plush lips. he gets up and helps me up gently " sure. i'm a terrible cook" and i scoff " uh huh, not what your dad said" and he blushes " he talks about me?" and i nod " more than you'd think Chim Chim" and he cringes

" great, he told you that story" and i giggle " it was very healing." and he looks to me, furrowing his brows.

" that's a story for another day, now what are we making?"

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