Ana [PJM FF] ✔︎

Sam

Ana. Ana Ana Ana. She was literally everywhere and Jimin could never be alone. She was always nagging about him. How he was so fat and did he put on weight. She was only pleased when Jimin didn't eat anything for the whole day or even more but when he even wanted to eat in his own apartment, Ana was always there to slap his hand away.

It was the day after he went out with Yoongi. It was Saturday and he was staying at home. Ana wasn't sitting by him. Actually, Ana wasn't seen anywhere at the moment.

But Jimin knew better, that if he made any wrong moves, she'll be here in a second. He was mentally drained and psychically his body hurt. He had no motivation to do anything and he had no one to tell his problems because they will never understand. Ana was right. They'll think he's just seeking attention.

Jimin glanced at the fruit bowl that was sitting in front of him. Just staring at it blankly, debating if he should grab an apple or just ignore the burn in his stomach, letting him know that he was hungry. 

His hand reached out but stopped halfway there. He quickly pulled his hand back, scared of Ana scolding her again and if he looked back, she was standing near the kitchen counter, staring at him before turning away and disappearing from his sight.

He was scared and he was slowly starting to believe what she was saying. He started to see himself as fat, chubby, ugly and gross. He was starting to believe the lies he was fed every day because Ana wasn't like this at the start. She didn't even exist for Jimin back then but now, there's no way around him. He invited her into his life and only he can kick him out but only with the help of other people that Jimin did not understand.

He thought that Ana was right and he was wrong. He was messed up and he was in a dark place. He hadn't eaten anything for two days and Ana was actually kind of proud of him but she wanted more. She wasn't pleased with the way he looked so she didn't let him eat. She repeated to him that he was fat and seeing that Jimin started to think of it as truth made her even more pleased with herself. 

Jimin started to be her slave slowly, not realizing it by himself. Ana wanted more. No. She needed more. She didn't want to stop until Jimins ribs, collarbone, hips and cheekbones were showing. Ana didn't want to stop until Jimin was dead thin or maybe even worse.

Those mind games were fucking up Jimins mind and no one saw that because he just smiled and hid the pain with an I'm Fine or I'm Not Hungry.

Jimin was starting to hate himself more as time passed on. Every breath he took, his stomach would rise and he'll hate it, thinking he's fat.

Ana was there, to look over him. Just because he didn't want him to eat anything. 

Jimin sat on his couch numbly and stared at the fruit bowl, being angry that he even thought about eating but he couldn't stop, his eyes started to tear up as he looked down to his body. Food was now on his mind 24/7 and Ana saw that. SHe saw how hungry he was and he was starting to break from the hunger so she quickly went up to him to distract him.

"Why are you crying? Boys shouldn't cry? Are you weak or something? Grow up, man. What's so good about eating? It's just making you put on weight." she scolded.

"But... I want to eat. I'm hungry. Please, Ana." Ana looked at her with a surprised and angry look before shouting at him.

"Oh, you don't like here? The go freaking cry about it to Sam. He definitely will make you feel better." she said and Jimin thought about it. It would be better to be with Sam than Ana, right?

Sam was their neighbor who Jimin talk to, maybe more often then he'd like. But he couldn't help it. Sam was really good and lowering the stress level and mental pain.

Jimin got up and walked to the corridor and slid on his shoes while Ana was looking at him shocked.

"You're actually going to leave? Fine. But remember. I'm still here when you come back." she said with an evil smirk right before Jimin could step out of the corridor into the hall. He stood in front of the door before he knocked on it softly and started to hear ruffling.

The door opened and Sam was standing there with a huge smile on his face.

"Jiminie, you're back! Ah, I missed you already. Come inside and tell me what's wrong." he said as he stepped out of the doorway to let Jimin inside, to comfort him.

The males were now sitting on their couch, Sam was comforting Jimin by holding his left hand and massaging it, making it feel tingly but the feeling was so good and only Sam could do it. He didn't realize how much he missed him before he came here. He could come here even every day. Maybe twice a day or even more? It will depend on of course, how Jimin feels that day.

But Sam was so good at making him relax. Of course, it wasn't healthy to visit him every time he felt down or really depressed but it was an obsession he was obsessed with.

He felt somewhat better after being with Sam. He was a nice guy who just wanted to help but some people couldn't see it and think it's bad. But he wasn't. At least Jimin didn't see it. He saw him as an escape. Escape from the pain and tiredness he was in. The whole time, his phone was buzzing again, getting messages from Dan again. He didn't want to see them. He didn't want to hear him. He didn't want to be with him.

"You know, Sue could really help you out with your problems. You will get rid of all the other problems. You should really meet her." Sam said as he was still massaging Jimins hand. Jimin looked at him and thought for a second before answering back.

"I know. Maybe I'll meet her tomorrow. I'll see. We did talk a little bit over texts but not that much but will see." Sam nodded at his answer before he looked up at the clock and pulled his hand away from Jimins.

"It's late again. You should go back to your house and try to sleep. Please. You can come back tomorrow." Sam said with a sweet smile and Jimin looked at him with puppy eyes, wanting to be up more but he knew there was no point to fight with Sam so he got up and left his house with a wave and headed to his own apartment.

I know this sounds really confusing but it's hard to write this story. Everything has its own meaning and I don't want to ruin the plot to you so please be patient. This story will be short. Something like "Trapped" maybe or even shorter. I don't know exactly yet but you'll have to wait. 

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