Anorexia, it kills - 01 ~ Yoongi X Bts ~

Maknae

Third Person POV (Inform me if you don't like it)

The flight was flew by, and everyone but one had managed to have a nice rest on the flight. You may think that this would be Yoongi, overthinking everything about what he had done and said to JImin in the past few hours. Or Jimin, unsure of how to help his relapsing boyfriend. Or even Jin, who was unsure of how to tie down the whole thing and make it all right, even if he knew it would be extremely difficult to do himself. But no, it's none of those, surprisingly. The one who was awake was Jungkook. Wandering loosely around the few aisles of the private plane, or private jet, what ever you choose to refer to it as. His feet dragging him back and fourth because he felt as if he had nothing else to do. Although, that was a lie. He even knew it himself. He could've been snuggling and cuddling with Taehyung as he slept, and maybe would even get some well needed sleep himself too. Jungkook could've just used his phone, had a snack, watch something. Anything other then pace back and fourth down the plane. But he made the decision to not do any of that, and just pace.

Suddenly, the plane let out a little shake, and he dropped onto the padded floor with a slight boom, that was hardly even heard by Jungkook. The one who had actually fallen. Letting out a little whimper, he sat up, leaning against the bare wall in between two seats. One was empty, and the other held Jimin and Yoongi in that part of the row. Of whom were fast asleep on each other, like Jungkook should've been with Taehyung. Or, at least trying to sleep, attempting it because, it truly isn't even near impossible.

The pain flowed throughout his body, and he pulled his knees to his test. Scrunching his face up as he threw his head against the wall behind him with force. "Fuck," he cussed, putting a hand on his pouncing with pain head. He began to cry. And cry. And cry the whole damn thing out. Crying about the physical pain he was in. Crying about the mistakes he wished he could take back. Crying because he felt weak and vulnerable. Crying because he also knew about Yoongi's relapse. Yeah, he knew. Yoongi knew he knew, because they encountered each other.

"Hyung...I need to use the washroom," Jungkook groaned, knocking on the washroom door for the fourth time that minute. Yoongi was in the washroom for an unnecessary amount of time that morning, and Jungkook had to go in there. Go in and do his goddamn business, if you know what I mean by that. He pleaded, and whined, until he listened in on the tap that had been running for at the very least five minutes. Behind that, he heard the sounds of chokes, and gags. His head rate increased by twice how it was before, and he knocked again and again.

Guilt ran up his throat, as he knocked for Yoongi over and over again. The same few thoughts reoccurring in his head as he did so. 'Is he relapsing?' 'Is Yoongi ok???' 'Is he just sick?....' 'Why won't he answer the door?' 'Are those sounds throwing up, and is it forced??' It hurt his head as his head filled with those thoughts. But it hurt his heart to listen to the choked sounds from behind the washroom door.

Yoongi was finishing up a session of throwing up, he felt disgusting after having the littlest about of food possible. He had a couple nibbles of the breakfast Jin had made specially for them all. He had those few bites, then left to the washroom quickly once the meal had finished.

He felt s much guilt from those few calories, hardly any at all, but to him it felt like he had just eaten an entire chocolate cake. He felt like he had just gained back everything he'd lost, which was undeniably false. So, out of his own pure regret, his kneeled over the toilet bowl and threw it up easily after a few finger shoves down the throat.

But, it wasn't enough to get just that out. Yoongi needed more out of him, so he continued on for a another minute. And another, and another. Until, he realized it had been about half an hour or so of the tap running, ad him throwing up stomach acid. It burned and ached in his throat, and his face had gone paler then it was before, since he had already thrown up the day before, and the day before that.

He had only heard the knocks once he heard a little bit of bashing on the door, so he finally let himself stop. Even though it somehow didn't feel like enough, he managed to have stopped himself from throwing up even more of his stomach acid. Opening the door, his hoodie's hood over his head, his jawline sharply paving his face. "Were you throwing up?" Jungkook asked out of solid concern, as his pretty eyes went glossy as a little wave of tears overcame them. Sometimes he hated how emotionally troubled he could be when it got to points like these in his life.

Yoongi's expression spoke for itself as he stared Jungkook straight in his eyes. "Why?" Jungkook asked, shaking Yoongi's shoulder's a little, forgetting why he was even at the washroom in the first place. Yoongi stared down, then back at the younger's eyes, "I just felt a little sick, i couldn't control it. I'm sorry Kookie. I'm okay though! Sorry again, now head to the washroom. S- I apologize for making you wait so long and endlessly, it was unkind of me." He parted ways, and wavered at the washroom door.

Unsure of himself, Jungkook nodded, and headed in. Keeping the memory in his head, because who knew.

Maybe Yoongi really was relapsing?

"Jungkook-ah?" Yoongi asked softly, now kneeled down beside Jungkook, "hey what happened?" Yoongi reached out to touch his head, but Jungkook immediately retracted, parting his lips into a slight pout for Yoongi. "Oh I'm sorry.."

"Aish, it's okay. How are you doing?" Jungkook queried, as Yoongi sat beside him, his head up against the plane's wall as well. It was a comfy spot, if you used it properly. Not if you managed to injure yourself by knocking your head back on the wall. That, is not fun.

"Ah no, no, no. What happened?"

"I fell..."

"Mm?"

"And sat down...."

Yoongi nodded, rubbing his back in a slow, calming manner. It comforted Jungkook better then anything, and soothed the pain better the any medicine could in that moment. "And?"

"Cried be-because it hurt..." he croaked, putting a hand over his mouth, "a-and cried because I'm worried about y-you and everyone..."

"Why? I'm ok," he said, pouting a little more as he comforted the maknae, "did something else happen that I'm unaware of?"

"N-no, well, I guess? You're just oblivious to it, so I should just put it straight for you.." he uttered, feeling the heat rise to his chest quite quickly, shocking the nerves in his system.

"Okay, hit me with it."

"I heard you force yourself to throw up, and I heard you cry yourself to sleep one night," Jungkook said, his voice breaking at the pain in his heart. Yoongi's face fell too, breaking at the sight of his beloved maknae crying like crazy.

Because of him, because he loved him like crazy, too.