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Yoonmin - I Know (Part One)

Contents: Mature, Angst

WARNINGS

- mentions/acts of suicide
- mentions/acts of self-harm
- mentions of panic/anxiety attack(s)
- mentions of abuse; physical & mental
- mentions of anorexia/eating disorder(s)

If you are easily triggered by these warnings, please do not read.

Only Yoongi understands what goes through Jimin's mind...

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Jimin hadn't eaten in three days. All he wore were loose clothings, like sweaters and sweatpants. He was pale, and always spoke quietly. He wasn't very energetic.

Until one day, Jungkook finally realized why. In a panic, he texted his one and only Namjoon hyungie.

And later that night, Namjoon visited Jimin's room. He knocked twice before walking in. "Jimin-ah?" He asked. Jimin was curled up in his bed, hiding fully under the comforter of his bed. "Hm?" Jimin sat up, rubbing his eyes. His hair was messy and now that Jungkook brought it to Namjoon's attention, he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Jimin...please don't lie to me..." Namjoon sighed and walked over, carefully sitting down on the edge of Jimin's bed. "About what, hyung-ah?" Jimin asked. Namjoon set his hands on his knees nervously before he turned around. "I'm not going to be mad, or upset, just, please know that. Are you starving yourself again?" He asked. Namjoon however, already knew the answer, it was obvious if they knew Jimin had a history of anorexia. Jimin blinked a few times, obviously not expecting the question.

"You're so pale, and so...drained of energy- you're tired, quiet..." Namjoon listed on and on. Jimin ran a hand through his black dyed hair. "I'm not, Namjoon hyung, I swear." He denied it. Namjoon felt hurt in his chest; not because Jimin had lied, but because of how obvious it was. "Jimin, I'm just trying to look out for you, because I love and appreciate you. You're my dongsaeng, my younger brother, and I wouldn-" "I'm not starving myself, Namjoon hyung." Jimin cut him off, looking in his eyes as he spoke. "Then why are you appearing so malnourished?" Namjoon asked back.

"I'm not-" "Jimin, please don't-" "Just leave me alone!" Jimin suddenly snapped at him, screaming angrily in his face. Namjoon's eyes widened as his body froze, in pure shock. He heard footsteps approaching the room so he thought maybe this was his time to go. Jimin wasn't one to yell, especially at Namjoon.

It was Yoongi who heard the yelling, and opened the door a little wider than Namjoon had, to see the situation. "What's happening?" He asked, voice deep. Maybe from sleep, or irritation, or tiredness. Either way, he was known. "I'm...leaving." Namjoon decided that was best, and once he stood up Jimin laid back down and covered himself under the blanket. However, he heard Namjoon talking to Yoongi.

"Something's wrong with him, he yelled at me and he's so, drained, and tired- Jeongguk-ah and I think he's starving himself, but he won't talk..." "Then don't talk to him until he wants to, you'll only make whatever's happening, worse. Just give him some time, yeah?" "You're right...I'm just so worried- should I call PD-Nim?" "No, there's no need. If he wanted PD-Nim involved, I'm sure he would've said something by now. Good night, Joon-ssi." "...good night, hyung."

Jimin cried himself to sleep for the forth night in a row. His head throbbed when he woke up, everything was so bright and he felt more like crap than he did before he slept. The young male got up, covered his ghost-like face with tan makeup, grabbed a hoodie and put on a smile before he left his bedroom.