Yoongi went into the kitchen to grab them both a snack, he should of made them both a real dinner but it was getting late and Jimin was tired. He grabbed some dried mango, and just some banana chips. He didn't want to go overboard with the snacks because he wasn't that hungry himself but knew he had to eat something in front of Jimin to let him know that it's okay and that everything was fine.
He took the small plate of food but before he could leave the area he noticed the bunny stuffed animal that Jimin had held onto. He looked at how defeated the stuffed animal was on the couch so he picked it up on the way to his room.
« Hey I grabbed,,, um you know you should probably name this little bunny stuffed animal. » Yoongi laughed as he closed the door with his butt holding the plate in one hand and the stuffed animal in the other walking over to the bed Jimin was now laying on.
« I don't care name him whatever. » Jimin was laying on his side, facing away from Yoongi who obviously knew he was avoiding this.
« Come on Jimin, don't be like that come here. » Yoongi sat on the end of his bed, setting the plate he had grabbed onto his side table.
« Sorry I'm just really tired. » Jimin turned around and grabbed a hold of Yoongi's legs hiding his head on Yoongi's upper thigh.
« Babe I know you're scared about going back to your place- »
« No, no, I'm sorry I think I'm going through a tough spot right now, it got hard again. » He was talking about the rough spot he found himself in, things were going good for a while but now but everyone was just hard and he didn't know if he could do it anymore. Today from when he woke up he was feeling horrible, and he knew talking about how he was feeling would be the right thing to do he didn't want to lie or hide himself and the way he was feeling because that would end in Yoongi hating him or leaving.
« Jimin, can you sit up for a minute, I think we need to talk. » Yoongi signed rubbing up on Jimin's shoulder, he knew that if Jimin was going through a hard time then he should tell Jimin about what he was going through because maybe it was the right thing to do.
« I have something to tell you, if I told you this back when we first met then you would say 'I knew it' maybe even laugh a bit then make a few jokes. » He laughed a little shaking his head, he looked down at the bed sheets but Jimin was looking directly at him, he could even feel the stare on the side of his face but he couldn't stop thinking about the time he took Jimin to the bathroom and Jimin mentioned how he could see someone with an eating disorder.
« Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, I don't want you to worry and I'm dumb for saying this when you told me you are going threw a hard time I'll tell you later. » Yoongi knew he shouldn't speak because Jimin was going through a rough patch and telling him might cause him to feel worse or deeper into the state he was in and he wasn't just afraid of that he also didn't want to admit that he had a problem.
« No tell me, are you okay? What's going on, you're going to make me worry. » The younger gripped onto Yoongi's hands in a begging way trying to get him to look over and make eye contact with him.
« I have been struggling lately, I haven't had time to do something that is important, um okay let's just eat our snack and go to bed.» He changed the subject really fast, he turned around letting go of Jimin's hands to grab the plate of food turning back around and still not making eye contact. He just looked down to the plate of food wishing that this whole thing would go away.
« wait, Yoongi? What's going on? You're making me worried. » Jimin reached out to grab a hold of Yoongi's hand. When he finally looked up and the two made eye contact it was like Jimin finally knew what was going on and he didn't need to hear what he was going to say.
« Promise me something okay? Please don't freak out I'm not sick or anything It's just I haven't found the time and sometimes I forget. » Yoongi kept rambling and now Jimin was getting really worried, why was he saying this and how did he get like this?
« Yoonie? I'm scared. » He tilted his head gripping onto Yoongi's hands really hard.
« I haven't um I haven't been uhh eating? » He closed his eyes really tight and his head fell so he couldn't look at Jimin anymore. He was so scared to tell Jimin this and now that it was finally out in the open he was scared for the reaction he was going to receive.
« Yoongi, y-you can't turn out like me please. This is all my fault. » Jimin had become concerned because he felt like this was all his fault, he felt like he was rubbing off on Yoongi the longer that they have dated.
« No stop this isn't your fault and it would never be, please don't think that. » His eyes had shot his eyes open almost knocking the plate of food over trying to reach over to Jimin to let him know that this was all his fault and had nothing to do with Jimin.
« Is it because I live here now? » Jimin was about to hyperventilate his breathing was fast and now Yoongi regretted telling him this because everything was going to get a lot harder.
« No, It's because I'm too busy with work and school I haven't had time, It's my fault and I promise I'll find time but that means you have to promise me that you'll try. I can't do this alone and I will do everything in my power to make sure you recover. »
« But I'm not sick okay? I'm fine, don't worry. I'm going to eat these banana chips and mango pieces and I hope you join me. » He picked up a mango piece and held it up to show Jimin right before he put it in his mouth taking a small bite.
« I hope you're telling me the truth. » He grabbed one of the other Pisces and took a bite out of it showing Yoongi and even himself that everything was going to be okay.
Yoongi held his arm out and Jimin leaned into his embrace as they continued to eat the snack that Yoongi had prepared for them in silence Jimin receiving little kisses every so once in a while on the top of his head.
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30 minute rule || Yoonmin
Fanfiction"Your dick's small." Park Jimin is the depressed teen who was forced into a clinic with suicidal thoughts constantly surrounding him an eating disorder closely following. His mind was a battle field and the 30 minute bathroom rule was pissing him of...
