Ana [PJM FF] ✔︎

Max

Texting Sue was nice. The more Jimin talked to her, the more it felt right. But he didn't want to meet her right now at the moment. He thought about how she'd look and how he will get along until a new message popped up, breaking him out of his thoughts. 

The new text was from Max, the boy he even talked to before meeting Dan. Jimin felt himself get nervous, scared of what he had to say because the boys haven't texted for now weeks. he nervously clicked on the notification, but he did not like what he saw.

Max

Max
Somethings wrong.

Jimin
What do you mean?

Max
Somethings not right.

Jimin
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

Max
Check the calendar.

Jimin hurriedly went to his phone's calendar and his eyes widened and phoned dropped from his hand, seeing what was written on today. His hands were shaking, scared to look back, wishing it was a dream.

There, written was something important. SOmething that Jimin had wished for years and today was the important day that he almost forgot. Today was supposed to call BigHit, the music company that he signed himself into, trying to get into a boy group. Today was the day, he would know if he made it.

He was trembling from fear and he was hungry from the lack of food. His vision wasn't clear anymore while Ana was just standing there, looking at him from a small distance, smiling proudly of her work. She was happy to see Jimin lose weight pound by pound. But Jimin didn't see that he was getting deadly thin, he's the opposite of fat. But he doesn't see it, so she says "a couple more pounds, just a few" and not that much further on, this disease will kill him if he doesn't stop. He stands on the scale, Ana behind him looking at him, both proud and happy seeing the numbers drop until he sees his reflection looking back at him and then he quietly decides that it's not enough numbers that dropped. Why? Because looking in the mirror hurts more than hunger pains.

All that's left will be his bones. No flesh, no warmth, nothing to love. And still, Ana will say- "Just not enough."

Jimin didn't feel good and felt like he was going to throw up so he quickly ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet but nothing came out except water because he hadn't eaten for a week now. He falls down by his toilet, leaning against the white cold wall. A tear left his eye, looking down and seeing the fat hang over his jeans.

Suddenly he's brought back to his world when he heard his phone ring...