Chance of a Lifetime

Chapter 22

*WARNING – THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS POSSIBLE TRIGGERS FOR PEOPLE WITH EATING DISORDERS*

*Third party POV*

As soon as Jimin had Y/N settled in his room, he closed the door and walked into the common area where Namjoon was sitting with Yoongi. It appeared they were discussing a new track.

"Hey, uh, Joon-Hyung, can I talk to you for a second?" Jimin asked quietly. Namjoon looked up as Jimin had started to speak. He knew from the look on his face that something had happened to Y/N and it wasn't good. He stood up and walked to Jimin, who turned around and headed for the elevator.

Once inside, Namjoon simply watched as Jimin simply looked straight ahead, his chin trembling slightly, tears threatening to fall. There were no words to say. Namjoon knew right then how Jimin felt about Y/N. He had never seen him like this with any other girl and all Namjoon wanted to do was fix it. He was the leader of the group, after all. That's what he did. He helped the members.

Once they were outside on the sidewalk, Namjoon indicated a café nearby they could go to. The café he chose had the most delicious and decadent treats and best hot beverages around. Once inside, Jimin made a beeline for a table in the back while Namjoon ordered them both a couple of turnovers and latte's . He paid for the order and took a seat opposite Jimin.

"What's going on, Jimin?" Namjoon quietly asked. Jimin was looking out the window, his chin resting in his hand. He sighed deeply before looking over and answering.

"We can't wait to do the meeting. We need to do it now."

"What happened?"

Jimin sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. "She's lost more weight. I can tell. She has been working out a lot more, too. She was pushing herself too hard on the treadmill. Jin and Kookie walked in and saw her at the end of her workout today. When she was leaving the room, she collapsed and passed out. Just like I used to do." He ended softly. Jimin leaned forward and his expression turned to anger. "Just like I used to, Namjoon. Doesn't she know how bad this is? Doesn't she care? Doesn't she know I love her? That she has people around her who love her and care about her and want her to be happy?" He ran his hand through his hair again, sighing roughly.

"Jimin, these are all the same questions we used to ask about you back in the day, when you would stop eating and practice excessively." Namjoon leaned forward and was about to continue when their order arrived at their table. He looked up at the woman who delivered it and offered her a small smile. When she disappeared, Namjoon leaned forward again and spoke to the man across from him. "We will do the meeting. I agree it's time. Let's do it tonight.

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*Reader POV*

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Jimin and Y/N hadn't arrived yet, but everyone was on edge. How would you take it? Probably not well. It was an intervention, after all. NO one took them well. But all the members were concerned. You had dropped so much weight and despite them seeing you eat some, it was clear it wasn't enough or your workouts were too much. No one knew how much you weighed, but it appeared whatever the number was wasn't high enough.

When you and Jimin walked into the room, hands linked together, and any talking that was going on promptly ended. You looked around the room. Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung were sitting on the couch with Namjoon sitting on one of the arms. Yoongi was seated in a corner chair and Jungkook was leaning against the wall to his right.

"What's going on, guys?" you asked, the smile you had on your face disappearing. Clearly something was up. Jimin put his hand on the small of your back, encouraging you to walk forward, but you hesitated. Instead, you looked at him questioningly. "Jimin?"

"Baby, we're worried about you." He began.

"Worried? Why?" You asked, brows furrowed.

"Y/N, you look really thin and we don't think it's healthy." Namjoon answered. You looked at him. You could feel your blood pressure rise.

"I'm fine!" You replied, walking over to him. "Really! Yes, I've lost some weight, but I needed to and I feel so much better than I used to."

"But Baby, you've lost too much." Jimin walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. You spun around to face him, anger now rising to the surface. You looked at each of the guys.

"Jimin. Namjoon. Guys. I'm fine. There is no need to worry."

"We think there is," Hoseok replied.

"You passed out earlier today and I haven't seen you eat hardly anything lately." Jin added.

"You're starting to look like skin and bones and it's not healthy." Taehyung interjected.

"The number of workouts you do is getting obsessive." Jungkook said, pushing off the wall and headed towards you. "I know, because I've seen you in the gym more than once a day. Not to mention all the extra running you're doing."

"But I like to run! I like to work out. You of all people should understand that, Jungkook!" You yelled.

"But at what point is it enough?" Yoongi said. "Two workouts a day? Three?" He almost yelled back, standing up from his chair. At this point, you began to feel cornered. Jimin stood behind you, Jungkook and Yoongi to your right and by this time Namjoon had stood up and was on your left. Your eyes were wild and you felt trapped. Panicked. You felt your lower lip tremble. You would NOT cry in front of them right now. You tried to bite down on your lower lip to keep that from happening. You needed to escape. You needed to run. You turned around and headed for the elevator door, but Jimin's words made you stop instantly.

"I feel so fat and huge," Jimin read from your phone. How did he get that? "I hate eating." You immediately turned around and walked up to Jimin, eyes blazing.

"How dare you read from my personal, private journal!! Give me my phone." You demanded, holding out your hand. Without looking up, Jimin scrolled to another day in your journal.

"I need to find a way to just not eat when I'm hungry..." he read. "Or my personal favorite, 'I'm so low right now and freaking out. I feel helpless, fat, not good enough, unworthy.'" He looked up at you with tears in his eyes. "Baby, don't you see? This isn't right."

"Give me back my phone." You said, emphasizing each word. Jimin looked at you as a tear escaped from his eyes and handed back your phone. "You have no idea how I feel. You have no idea how difficult this is for me." You said in an angry whisper, angrily wiping away the tear that escaped from your own.

"Yes, I do," he whispered back, reaching for you. You instantly pulled away angrily. "You know I do."

"Then you understand how badly you want to feel good about yourself. How badly you want to feel attractive. Sexy. Thin. Healthy. How badly you want to love yourself. I can't do that, Jimin. I am not there yet. But just a few more pounds and I'll be closer. I know I've come so far already, but I'm not ready to say I've done it. I've made it. I'm not there yet. You have to understand that." You pleaded.

"He does understand that. We all do." Jin said, standing up and walking towards you. He laid a hand on your arm. "We all watched as he deprived himself of food for days on end to get thinner. We all watched as he passed out over and over again. We helped him see that that isn't the way. We can help you, too. We want to help you."

"I don't need any help!" You cried. "Namjoon, please. I'll be fine!" You begged, walking over to him. Namjoon wiped a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb and smiled sadly.

"Y/N, we want to help you. Let us help you." You stood still as the other members stood and walked to you. Within seconds you were enveloped in a hug with all of them. Jimin was behind you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your back. You could feel him shaking and knew he was crying. Crying for you. Crying for him. As you felt the group's embrace and looked in each of their eyes, you finally allowed the tears to freely fall.