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"the ease back to norm is always the worse."

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"Girl, I don't know what the fuck happened, but you look bad ass as hell." Jiyoo slammed the door shut behind her, throwing her bag and sunglasses into an empty chair. "Look at yourself. You're a bad bitch." Jiyoo clapped her hands with each word, taking my hands into her own. "You look beautiful, in nicer terms." She kissed my cheek and pulled me into a hug.

"My parents." I couldn't help but cry at her words, to reveal everything what happened because, it's Jiyoo. You can tell Jiyoo anything.

"I know Sweetie, I know." She ran her fingers through my hair, rubbing my back as I sobbed into her shoulder. "We aren't going to talk about that. We are going to talk about you, okay?" I couldn't help but smile and wipe away my tears, Jiyoo crossing her arms and nodding once in approval.

"If you don't marry her, I will." I looked over at Hoseok, his eyes widening at the sudden attention.

"I-I-"

"I know you two are dating." I sniffed, smiling as I looked over at Jiyoo, a proud smile on her face. "I'm not dumb." I pointed at Hoseok. "And to quote your what your dear girlfriend told my boyfriend, 'you hurt her, your balls are mine.' Got it Hoseok?" He coughed into his elbow, standing up straighter.

"Yes Minjee."

"Look how whipped you are!" Taehyung laughed, shoving Hoseok and we all broke out into laughter.

"If we are talking about whipped...." Jungkook chuckled, and everyone immediately looked over at Jimin who was currently stroking my hair, kissing my hand while laying next to me, ignoring everyone else.

"Babe." I nudged him softly and he quickly looked up, now noticing everyone's eyes on him.

"What?"

"Nothing nothing." Namjoon smiled, waving his hand in the air, a knowing smile on all of our faces.

"Min..." Jimin whined, shoving his face in my neck, hiding from everyone else's eyes. "What are they doing?"

"Nothing Baby." I patted his cheek, feeling his lips against my neck, ever so gently on my neck. "Nothing at all."

"Here." Yoongi handed me a water bottle, unscrewing the lid for me. I hid my sigh and took the water bottle, sipping it before handing it back. Well, trying to hand it back. "Nope." He leaned back with a smug smile on his face. "It needs to be gone by the end of the hour." I grumbled under my breath, the will to throw the water bottle at him strong, but my good morals were stronger. "Love you!"

"I love you too." I gave him the stink eye before taking a swig of the water, the taste bitter in my mouth. Jiyoo frowned slightly, looking me up and down. I felt, self conscious. She notices everything. And I know she'll see how pale I've gotten, my sunken cheeks. They weren't hugely noticeable, but she'll notice.

And I think she knows.

"All of you, out please." She pointed to BTS, her eyes locked on mine. "Minjee and I need a girl talk."

"But-" I tried, but Jiyoo cut me off, holding up her pointer finger, shh-ing me.

"We'll go." Jimin kissed my forehead before getting up, following everyone else out.

"Alright spill." Jiyoo sat at the edge of my bed, patting Winter's head. "What's going on Bub?" I sighed and rubbed my eyes, my heart throbbing and my heart monitor picked up my increased heart rate.

"I haven't really been eating or drinking water lately." I ripped off the band aid, no matter how big or painful it was. But I knew I really hurt Jiyoo. "I just, can't." I groaned, pulling at my hair in frustration. "Every time I try to drink like, a glass of water, I can barely get through half of it without my entire stomach rejecting it and almost puking." I looked down at my bandaged arms. "Same with food." Jiyoo stared at something on my bed for a while, her eyes twinkling in the light.

"I'm so sorry Bubba." Jiyoo finally looked at me, in the eyes, nothing else on our minds but each other. "I understand why you didn't tell anyone. That's, really difficult, I understand."

"I can still eat!" I tried to find something that would make the conversation positive again. "Like, a little." Jiyoo smiled and nodded encouragingly.

"I'm proud that you are still trying." Jiyoo patted my leg that was beside her, still sitting at the foot of the bed. "It will get better, now that the boys know."

"No, it's worse." I shook my head, looking out the window. "Now they are going to worry about me, and not take care of themselves. I was handling my situation well until the doctor told them."

"Min." Jiyoo was quiet, her eyes glued to her hands. "The doctor said you could've died if it was worse, your nutrition and white blood cells. Those injuries are serious."

"It's just some burns." My heart pounded in my chest. I could've died?

"The burns that could've killed your arms, and then they'd get infected which would travel to the rest of your body if they didn't amputate them in time and thus, leading to your death."

I burst into tears, my head in my hands as I felt my shoulders shake. "I didn't want to die! For the first time in my life, I want to live!"

"I know Bub, I know." Jiyoo laid next to me and pulled me into her arm, her chin resting on my head. "You're so strong."

"No, I'm not." I shook my head, tears burning my face. "I can't even eat."

"That's anxiety, and depression." Jiyoo reassures. "I know you, you can beat this, just like everything else that comes at you."

"I'm so tired of fighting." My tears were slowly coming to a stop, my heart wrenching in my chest. "Why does everything have to be a fight?" Jiyoo wrenched me up, sitting me up and gripping my shoulders.

"You listen to me Kim Minjee!" Jiyoo raised her voice, but brought it down slowly. "You are a fighter, you always were. And I don't want to see you quit, because you don't quit. You stay strong, got it?"

"I'm tired." I nodded, agreeing with her, but with different words. "Can you stay with me? And wait until I fall asleep?" Just like when we first got out of the club?

"I'll be here when you wake up."

Jimin's Point Of View

I stopped once I opened the door to Minjee's room. Jiyoo was rubbing Minjee's arm while leaning her head against my girlfriend's.

"Hey Jimin." Jiyoo whispered, smiling, but not moving. "Stay quiet." I nodded and sat down at the chair at the foot of the bed, so Jiyoo didn't have to move to see me.

"How did it go?" I asked, crossing my legs. "Oh, the guys are all out for lunch, they're bringing us all back something."

"Is she...?" Jiyoo glanced at Minjee and I smiled.

"Yes, she's asleep." Jiyoo still didn't talk. "I know my girl, she's asleep." She smiled and nodded, finally trusting me

"It didn't go too well."

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