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"It started out not too badly. I thought that I could be a bit more confident if I lost a few pounds, but that soon spiralled out of control. I forgot who I was and what I liked to do. I didn't have any energy to pursue anything that I...
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Warning: self-harm
What Jimin saw was the stuff of nightmares. His breath stopped and his heart caught in his chest.
"Hyung, don't-" his voice broke off when he realized he had nothing to say.
Jimin was feeling a sense of panic grow inside him. The others wouldn't be home in time. He needed to handle this by himself.
Jin's thighs and right hand were bleeding and his left hand was gripping a razor so tightly that his bony knuckles looked bonier than ever. His eyes were intimidating as he stared at Jimin. Shock, anger, frustration; there was such an overwhelming amount of emotions in them that Jimin didn't know what to say.
"Go away Min, please."
Jimin shook his head. He could feel his hands shaking. He didn't know what to do. He walked closer to Jin, crouching down next to him. The eldest was somehow right beside him but also miles away from him. There was a noticeable distance between them.
"Jin." Jimin put his hands on Jin's shoulder but the eldest flinched away.
"Get away-"
"No, I'm not getting away from you!"
Jin gulped at the mochi's outburst. His eyes darted left and right, scanning the room, expecting the others to jump at him at any second. Jimin wasn't happy with him. He was going to get lectured. He was the hyung, he shouldn't have to get lectured.
Jimin tried to grab Jin's shoulder again.
"Don't touch me!"
Jimin could hear Jin's irregular breathing coming out in short bursts. His chest was moving up and down, his face was flushed and pale, and Jin's arms and legs resembled twigs. He didn't know how to calm him down.
"Get away from me!" Jin screamed again, his face reddening. He could feel a growing headache behind his eyes. More tears sprang to his eyes, this wasn't okay. He should've never done this; the others would yell at him, he would have to do more homework assignments for his therapist. Jimin was there to hurt him. Jimin was there to force him to eat. Jimin was there to destroy him.
"I won't hurt you, hyung..." Jimin was tearing up seeing Jin get more and more agitated. "... please put that razor down, I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Just shut up and go away. I don't want you here.
"Hyungie." Jimin hovered closer to Jin's face. "Please. The cuts on your body need to get bandaged up properly, otherwise-"
