« Jimin are you okay? » Ha-na and Su-ji had gone home, they did a lot for that day so they were all going to rest. Jimin was sitting at the dining room table with all the wedding books around him and the guest list right in front of him.
« Yeah, um would it be weird if I called my mom? » Jimin looked up, he used to have an amazing relationship with his mom before he got sick and couldn't do anything for himself anymore that's why she left. She couldn't handle him killing himself slowly like that.
« The question is do you wanna call her? » Yoongi knew Jimin had a hard time with family, he had no one unlike Yoongi. Yoongi still had some cousins that were either gay like him or supported him but Jimin didn't have any family left around him to give him that support he needed.
« I don't know, there's something inside me that wants to tell her. I'm her son, when I was little she would express to me that she was excited for me to get married. I have no idea if she feels the same after I got sick, she gave up on me. » Jimin looked down at the table and tapped his pencil against one of the closed wedding books that Ha-na left at their house.
« It wouldn't hurt to try and contact her, tell her you're better now and see if she wants you back in your life. » Jimin shrugs, it would be so weird calling her all of a sudden but he can't help but need his mom. He always thinks that what if he still had his mom in his life? He needs a mother and needs help.
« Here, use my phone if you want. I'm going to go to the store so you can be alone. » He set his phone down on the table next to Jimin, he ran his fingers through the younger's hair, kissed the top of his head.
« Thank you. » That's all Jimin said before Yoongi left to go buy some food for them. That's when Jimin had time to think alone, he had time to get lost in his own thoughts.
He sat in the dining chair for 30 minutes just staring down at the phone in front of him. He was so scared, he still remembered her number if she had the same number she could have changed it but he hoped she didn't. He held the phone up to his ear, he heard it ring and as it did his heart was racing because what if he answers and she doesn't like him and doesn't care for him. He's so scared but before he could think anymore the other line picks up.
« Hello? » Jimin couldn't talk, he knew that voice. Her voice always sounded so sweet to people she didn't know and that just made him want to cry because when she left she was mean and horrible towards him.
« M-mom. » His voice was shaking and he got scared because the line went quiet for a couple seconds which made him think she was going to hang up.
« Jimin? » When she said his name tears were pooling in his eyes, the way she said his name always made him feel safe. She never was mean towards Jimin she was just fed up with him and his sick disordered mind took that as her being mean but now he understood why she would act the way she would.
« Yes, it's me Jimin. » His heart was racing fast and what he didn't know was that on the other side his mom was shocked. She never thought she would hear from Jimin again, she always thought he wouldn't make it, she felt horrible thinking about it but it hurt knowing her son was slowly killing himself.
« Oh my god Jimin?! Are you okay? » Her voice sounded so frantic and that made Jimin smile, she really couldn't stop thinking about her son and he sounded distressed.
« I'm more than okay. » Now they were both smiling, his mom never thought that she would hear from her son again, she was scared that she'd get a call saying her son was dead but he sounded good he sounded alive.
« A-are you? Uhhh I don't want to be rude. » She wanted to ask if he was healthy now but she remembers back when he was first diagnosed with the eating disorder she knew she had to be really careful on what she said when Jimin was around because she didn't want to trigger him.
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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...
