Anorexia, it kills - 01 ~ Yoongi X Bts ~

I blame everyone else for my faults

Jimin POV

Well, no shit was I having a good time on our week off. The weather isn't the greatest, so gives me an excuse to rest more. Don't we all need it anyway?

I roll over to face Yoongi. As adorable as he looks, he's still a bit too thin for my liking. He had gotten me healthy. What about him? He was hardly enough. The thought alone saddens me to a high amount. I better not think much about it, it's better that way. At least, I hope so?

He looks at me, rubbing an eye, "what time is it Jiminie?" I blush at the nickname. Even now it's still like a marching band plays in my heart at the sound of that word.  "Ah, 8:00 am," I chime, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He nods, "I'll be off, you have a nice sleep. Okay babe?" I nod hesitantly. I open my mouth to speak but realize he had already bolted on out. I'm quite slow today, aren't I?

Yoongi POV

I meet with Taehyung in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Yoongi," he says, taking me by a slight surprise. He tugs his sleeve down over his hands again, "g-good morning!"

I chuckle slightly, "I already know so don't hide it. There's no use in the effort if it just goes down the drain."

He chuckles, "that isn't really going to encourage me, but thanks for the unnecessary effort, hyung. What're you here for?" I shrug, staring into the bed. I hardly make a dent, and that gives me a slightly joyous feeling for some reason. I don't question it though. I can't deny the fact that I'd like to be thin.

"You okay?" He asks, looking in the mirror at himself. He sighs aloud, and sits beside me, "Hyung? Should I take that as a no then?"

I hum in response. Not as a yes, or a no, just as a way to show him I'm not completely dead 'feels', right now. He gets the picture fine enough for me. Maybe I'm just hoping he does so I don't have to talk about the subject.

He pouts like a sad puppy, and gives me a hug, "come on talk to me, I did it for you. You can do it for me, it'll make my day AND my week if you do! I want to help for your benefit, free help is better then no help. Am I right?"

I murmur a response, and force my head back slightly. I clench my fist at the pain in my stomach, and swallow the words that ever so slightly even dared to exit me mouth right then. His expression drops, as he lets his eyes fall to my stomach. Was he judging me? God, of course he is! I'm fat and ugly. That's all I am. A fat, ugly, worthless, piece of shit. Those thoughts are traveling in my mind again.

Hello

Who are you?

Whoever you'd like me to be

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just here to help you. You can be so much more, Yoongi. You just need to put in that effort again. It's worth it, when your skinny.

How would you know what it's like to be skinny?

Oh hun, please. I'm just about 50% of your weight. 102.4? That's seriously fat.

I....

Just listen to me, and you'll be skinny, okay? I'm always with you, and I'm never leaving.

O-okay...

Now, give me a name. I know you're brewing one up in that squishy, chubby, fat, head of yours! Soon to be gone, once I help.

I,  I don't know!

Pathetic, can't even name the one who is truly trying to help.

Just name yourself..