Anorexia, it kills - 01 ~ Yoongi X Bts ~

Friends Again

Third Person POV

Yoongi was wave washed with guilt, as he let Jungkook lean his head on his shoulder, slumping down a little. "I told you, I was feeling sick," he replied softly, as Jungkook traces his finger on Yoongi's thin thighs, "I should be the one worried about you. Why are you even thinking that?"

He looked at his hyung sadly, as he then rubbed the top of his hand, whining as it hurt. He was not excited to get a bruise there. It wouldn't be noticeable, but it would hurt a hell lot. "I think too much, it's bound to happen," he answered, leaning his head into his lap, spreading his legs out a little more, in the little space there was beside him. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, I'm a bit heavier then you are. Scratch that, I'm a lot heavier then you are.."

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head, "you're not heavy. You're just muscular, you are perfectly proportioned. Lucky angel." He blushed. They both blushed, really red. Yoongi stared at his face a little, admiring his perfection. He was so jealous of it, and he made it so obvious in that moment. "....fuck you for being perfect, Jungkook," he cussed to himself, sighing loudly once again, then staring up.

"Yoongi..." he said, sitting up, hugging him around the waist, "no one is perfect. Not me, not anyone! You are beautiful and amazing just the way you are. Why don't you ever see that? Why do you not let yourself go, stop weigh yourself down for no reason. You need to eat, sleep, and let yourself breath a little.." Yoongi's eyes fell sad, as he brought Jungkook even close to them, not caring about the skin ship. Even when Jungkook was brought close to his rib area, he didn't care. He didn't mind. He just let it be that way, without a care in his mind. Just for a split second, he was free.

"Why do I have to?" he whined after letting go, "why can't I just not.." he pouted harder, and just nuzzled his face into Jungkook's shoulder, letting out a little cry. "Why did I have to be me? Of all people?" he said, crossing his arms in both frustration, and sadness, "why can't I just look like you? Or Jimin? Or Namjoon? Jin, Hobi, Taehyung- any of you!" Jungkook ruffled a hand through Yoongi's hair, leaning in closer, and getting right beside his ear, "because you're you, you were born you, you are going to stay you. You are beautiful, I know you don't want to hear it, and neither do I. But, Yoongi?"

He sniffled, as he let the maknae wipe off his tears with his bare thumbs. He knew what was coming, the facts. He just didn't want to face them. Jungkook sighed, smiling crookedly at his hyung, "you're sick, hyung. You're relapsing." Now that he heard it aloud, he just froze. Frozen in time, or at least it felt like that for him.

They sat there and hugged for the plane ride.

- - - -

"Does it not anger you at all?" Jimin queried towards Taehyung, who he was walking alongside as they made their way through the private airport for the private planes/jets, or even helicopters sometimes. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, then brought it back down. His eyes had made their way to Jungkook and Yoongi walking together. Jimin's Yoongi. And Taehyung's Jungkook. Walking together. While Jimin was just downright jealous, without a doubt. Taehyung was happy that they had reconnected, and Yoongi was smiling around someone other then Jimin. Happy that Jungkook was smiling too, and it wasn't forced.

"Nope! Why should it?" Taehyung said, his suitcase rolling behind him raggedly, "Jiminie, they're happy. I know you're worried about him, but Jungkook has got it under control. You know, power of the maknae!" He lifted his fist out for a fist bump, but Jimin declined, rolling his eyes at the younger. "Whatever."

"He's allowed to talk to other people you know..." he peeped, unsure if he regretted it or not, he just rolled his shoulders. Jimin, he remained unresponsive.

A few feet back, Jin and Hoseok walked together. Well, Namjoon too, but you wouldn't even be able to tell because he kept going slower then faster when he walked, his mind wandering in circles about a song he wanted to write. He felt really inspired.

"How'd you sleep? You looked super cozy," Hoseok asked Jin, who shrugged in response, holding his RJ to his chest. "Not well?" He asked, Jin shrugged again. "I slept fine, just didn't dream well," he replied at last. Silence fell for a moment, but was quickly filled once Hoseok spoke out once again, "what was it?" he questioned.

"I don't really want to talk about it. I hate havin- I mean that I had that dream. But talking about it won't help, it's fine," he brushed off, looking over at Hoseok who's lips formed an upside down V as he looked at his hyung. Jin has been having nightmares for the past few weeks, and god, did he mourn them. They scared the living shit out of him, firstly. And secondly, they were about each of the members. The latest one, from the flight, had been about Yoongi. He dreamed about Yoongi more often then the other members, probably because his mind had a lot of scary things to make him relive. It was undeniably frightening. He only told one person about the dreams— well dream, which was Hoseok. He didn't even tell him the basis of the dream, he just told him he had one.

"What was it about?" He asked again, finally nudging Jin hard enough for him to pop off with his dream. "Yoongi, I dreamt about Yoongi. And his- agh. Just him in general, I just.... you know dreams only use people in your life so it- I don't know how to explain this to you, Hobi..." In his own pure frustration, he dragged his legs along a little quicker, Hoseok easily caught up. Namjoon too, finally.

"What's up?" Namjoon asked, smiling at the two of them. "Finally! You were so deep in thought, Joonie. Okay, so Jin has a bad dream about yoon-" he started, but cut himself off, turning to Namjoon, "so, like, help. He won't tell me something. It's in the tip of his tongue, I just know it!"

"Yoongi isn't doing so well. Okay? And I dreamt about that," he blurted quickly as they approached the car. They got into the SUV, the hyung line, minus Yoongi and replaced with Namjoon, in the back. Then Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung together in the front. Finally, Jimin sat in the passenger seat alongside the driver of the car. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he just want to sleep a little more, and reconsider all his current thoughts.

"Who's excited for LA!" Jungkook and Yoongi chirped together, as they exchanged cute small smiles amongst each other. Taehyung smiled even harder then they did, clapping after putting on his circular gold rimmed glasses, which had a prescription, although everyone thought he wore it for the look. He did it for that reason too.

"Me!" Exclaimed Jimin from the front, reaching a hand back to Yoongi, who just held his hand at the bottom of his chin.

"Me too, Chim~" he replied, the SUV racing down the streets to their hotel.

Some people say Los Angeles is a magical place.

And some, say the polar opposite.