Little Habits - Yoongi X Bts

Twenty Two; Blushing.

-yoongi pov

a sigh escapes me as i stare at myself dead in the mirror.

what an ugly face.

what an ugly body.

what an ugly everything.

yoongi, how do you even live while knowing this is how the world sees you?

i put my face into my hands, sobbing under my hands, creating a light muffled crying sound. No one can hear because, well, the shower is running.

Besides, who'd listen.

I pout at myself, "ugh." i pinch at my cheeks, sighing aloud.

The scale laid near me, and i give in to the temptation of checking it.

80.

I find myself a little frazzled at the results. It'd been just two weeks since i last checked, and i had been eating while little. throwing it up when i has the chance, and working it off too.

"it is a little much..." i mumble, hearing a squeak from the other side of the door.

"rubber ducky?" i say, slipping in as i clap my hands together, opening the door right after.

Jungkook hyung is there, and he's smiling at me. "does yoongi want a bath?" he asks, squeaking it again. i jump, clapping each time it squeaks.

"nooo," i say, grabbing it as he attempts to squeak it again.

he shakes his head, laughing as he chases me as i run around. he's not trying, since i move at such a slow speed since i've been feeling weaker.

80, it really does pay off.

i cough, the ducky coming out of my grasp. he picks up, and rushes over to me as i begin another coughing fit.

"baby..." he says, picking me up as he's shocked by my lightweight. i may have just been avoiding food after being stuck with this fever for the past little while. it hasn't gone away but i'm on medication, but i have another few days left until i'm meant to be all better.

maybe i'll reach 70 by then...

he sets me on the couch, "yoongs, baby, you gotta eat something. i know it comes back up, but you have too. you're becoming a little yee lightweight, even more then before. you don't wanna be given an intense weight gaining diet, do you?"

i nibble on my finger, shaking my head, "n-no hyungie. y-yoongi just finds it hard, a-and voices are v-very loud, hyung..."

i scoot closer to jungkook, engulfing him into a gentle hug. he holds on gently, "i'm sorry, baby. i'm gonna get you all better, okay?"

i nod, "thank you for st-staying with me, i guess this is what happens what you practice too much. right?"

he laughs, "smart, you are. yeah, so it means only i can stay back with you. and help you, love you day and night, and give my utmost care to you. okay?"

smiling, i nod, "i love you hyungie." i peck his cheek, heat rising in his cheeks as he pecks my forehead.

"adorable, but you're burning up still," he says, fanning me with his free hand. it feels nice to have him and not be alone. he understands me, little and big.

it's kinda perfect.

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he pats my back, "you checked already, didn't you?"

i shake a little, rubbing my arms as i slowly nod. i stare at the scale, disappointed to show him where i've gotten. i want to just be at this and be fine.

he picks me up, and plops me on. "yoongi," he breaths, his breath hitching, "that isn't healthy at all!"

falling into his arms, he hugs me tightly, "we're gonna get you better baby, i promise. it both your anorexia, bulimia and this awful fever of yours?"

i kiss his cheek, nodding, "yes, so let's just go cuddle then."

he smiles, and nods, "whatever you're want to feel better."

then he blushes.

he's blushing?

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