UNTHERAPY || KTH ☠︎

⁰¹⁶ | healing

It's my birthday.

It takes a long time for you to register that. So, you're finally 20. Must mean.. Jungkook is 22 today then.

You can't believe that you're thinking of your ex while you're sitting with your potential next.

Jimin orders a load of delicious Korean and Turkish cuisine and you have a hard time choosing from it. You just randomly pop anything in your mouth that looks delicious.

You sigh. It has been so long since you ate well.

You never let Leena know that you don't eat.

You're waiting for dates, or for her or Namjoon to leave some while they dine in and then when they're away, you run out like a starving raccoon and dig your nose in the bags.

You hate it when she does charity and tries to treat you to food. You hate it when she's buying you food.

Anybody but her.

It wasn't because you had a massive pride, you did have a massive pride. But, it was also because you didn't want to burden her with guilt for having a better life than you.

So long, you hadn't been motivated to live, so you didn't try to eat well or take care of your health. But, since a few days a new hope had rekindled in your heart.

You wanted to work hard. Get that acceptance letter from Harvard. Go abroad, study your ass off and finally give San Ji a good happy life.

Take care of him so that he can grow up undamaged.

Your only motivation now was to be a good parent to San Ji. How lonely he must be. You miss him so much.

Noona~ his delightful voice echoed in your head.

"Hya.. Kang y/n." Jimin calls your name in such a soft gentle voice that you've never ever heard someone call you out like that before.

You stop chewing and look up at him.

He leans forward and wipes your cheek. "You're beautiful." He whispers and a lump forms in your throat.

You can't swallow. It hurts, because now that emotional lump has stuck in the middle of your throat, refusing to go.

You can't even cry vocally and you can't even swallow. You sit there with silent tears streaming down your face.

"Thank you. You're beautiful too." You tell him and sniffle softly.

He blushes as he rests his head on his propped up hand. He doesn't ask you any questions about your life. He is silent and only waits for you to speak up on your own. The silence is oddly comfortable with him.
He's a better person than you give him credit.

He looks down at your plate.

"You haven't eaten in ages." He comments.

You freeze. Uh, oh. That was the last thing your prideful self wanted to he-

"I haven't too." He laughs, interrupting your anxious thought as he picks up a fork and gives a war cry.