The Butterfly Code

63

Jin's sentence barely managed to get out, before the idol turned, pulling off the IV, the needle gliding smoothly over his skin. But Jin barely felt it. Instead, he leaned over the edge, pushing his dongsaengs away before he hurled, body lurching forward with a strangled choke.

The others acted quickly. Doctor Shin rushed to remove the tray away from Jin's side, shouting orders to the idols. Grabbing the wastebin, Namjoon held it out, the oldest grabbing it and throwing the rest of his stomach's contents into it.

After a few more hurls, Jin panted gasping for air. He leaned back exhausted, before grimacing at the mess he had created on the floor. Doctor Shin took the wastebin from him, giving a small smile of comfort. Jin only felt worse, coughing and pushing out, "I-I'm sorry- I'll cl-clean it up,"

The Doctor seemed shocked by the request, before letting out a warm laugh. Grinning brightly, he shook his head, "Nonsense! Do not apologize, I expected this to happen,"

"You did?" Hoseok asked, the idols now a bit closer to the foot of the bed than where Jin's torso was.

Doctor Shin sighed and nodded. Giving a small smile to his patient, "I'm going to pull in some nurses...and we're going to do some checkups...can you do that for me now, or do you want to rest?"

Jin shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with me,"

Doctor Shin didn't smile this time. Instead he frowned with worry. Turning to the idols, he asked, "I'll call you all in...I've sent up some lunch for you all...please just wait outside,"

They nodded slowly, giving small smiles to their hyung before leaving. Jin looked at the Doctor, who had already begun to work, pressing a red button beside his bed. No more than 30 seconds later, three nurses arrived, one female and two male.

"Oh my! Did he vomit?" The female asked.

Doctor Shin nodded, "Can we get some spare clothes for him and someone to clean up,"

The female rushed out, while a male nurses handed Doctor Shin two items. Shin looked at Jin, "Can you move? Get up, I mean...?"

Jin nodded slowly. One of the nurses pulled back the sheets while the other held a hand out for Jin to take. Jin turned his body, groaning from the stiffness.Shuffling to the side of the bed(where he did not vomit) Jin took the nurses hand when he stood on the cold tiled floor with his bare feet. Gripping him tightly, Jin stood up.

The males all grinned at him proudly. Doctor Shin held up the IV needle. Jin held out his arm, everyone releasing small gasps at the cut, "Oops," Jin muttered, but he didn't mean it. His dark eyes were hypnotized by the red flowing out of his skin.

The second male nurse, rushed forward, pulling out some alcohol wipes from his pocket. Opening up the packet, he cleaned the wound, Jin slightly frowning as the red was gone. Doctor Shin covered the wound with a simple bandage, before reincerting the IV.

"Mr. Kim," the male nurse that was still holding Jin's hand spoke up, handing the male a water bottle and some mints.

"Thank you," Jin smiled, releasing the black haired boy's hand. Drinking the water, he popped two mints in his mouth, before putting the stuff down on the bedside table.

"Jin," Doctor Shin began, "Jin, I need to weigh you,"

Jin stiffened, "What?! No!!!! Why?!"

Doctor Shin spoke calmly, "It's standard procedure,"

Jin shuffled, but he knew there was no way he would manage to get out of this. Sighing, he muttered a, "fine,"

Doctor Shin smiled and brought Jin over to scale the idol hadn't noticed before. Grimacing, he stared at it. After what seemed like forever, he was instructed to stand on it. Sucking up his nerves, Jin stood on the scale straight at the wall.

There were gasps.

Three gasps.

How fat are you!?!?!?!

Slowly, Jin looked at the number on the scale.

58.5 kg (128.9 lbs)

He had lost so much weight since his last check. He smiled. He lost weight. He was lighter. He was getting thinner.

Grinning he stepped off the scale. He looked at Doctor Shin, who look at Jin as if he was starting at a ghost.

Jin frowned at the expression.

Was I still to fat?

"Jin..." Doctor Shin cleared his throat with pain, "Have you checked your weight?"

Jin hesitantly nodded but then added, "Dont worry hyung. I know I'm a bit large for an idol. I'll lose it- it must only be one or two kilograms(two or four pounds), "

Doctor Shin shook his head aggressively, "Oh my God, Jin how long have you been dieting?"

Jin hummed, "Since...the beginning of October? So a month,"

"A-and what was your weight at the beginning of the month?" Doctor Shin asked, as the door opened revealing two people.

The female nurse from earlier and the janitor. The female nurse was carrying some clothes and handed them to Jin, "You're manager brought them, he was outside calling your boss and family,"

Jin took the clothes, smiling in relief with the gray sweat pants but then frowned with loose white shirt. Knowing he didn't have any options, Jin nodded giving a fake smile.

The janitor had already begun his job and Jin felt a bit bad, but was called again by Doctor Shin, who had ordered the nurses out of the room. With a sad look he asked, "Jin...is it alright if I watch you change? I need to see you're body..."

Jin gulped not liking the idea of his fat being seen, but nodded. Walking into the bathroom, Doctor Shin carefully removing the IV and heart rate monitor and following behind.

When Jin got inside, he placed the clothes down and fiddled with the ends of his hoodie. Doctor Shin noticed and spoke, "You aren't fat..."

Jin couldn't help but sigh. Pulling off the hoodie, he noticed how Doctor Shin's expression dropped deeper into sadness and pain.

Fat.
Fat.
Fat.

Quickly pulling on the shirt, Jin slid off his pants and wore the knew ones. He took the old clothes in his hands, walking out behind a solemn doctor. The janitor was gone now, the room smelling brand new. Placing the clothes on the table, Jin sat on the bed, Doctor Shin walking over to reconnect his IV and heart rate monitor.

"Jin...how much did you weight before your diet?" Doctor Shin asked.

Jin thought for a moment. Then he spit out, "70 kilos (154 lbs)"

Doctor Shin stopped moving. He looked at Jin completely horrified by the information. In a month- in one month, Jin manages to lose more than 10 kilograms (more than 22lbs).

"What?" He couldn't help but exclaim at the idol, "Jin what sort of diet are you on?!?"

Jin frowned, "Why?"

"Jin, please. This is serious. Have you been skipping meals? Making yourself purge?" Doctor Shin asked.

Jin looked away. This was the doctor. He didn't have a choice here. Plus- he didn't want to upset anyone, "I...only ate lunch. But, sometimes the kids would make me eat- they got worried or some dumb shit, so...i...sometimes..did...throw up. But I had too lose weight, there was no better way...the days before I fainted, so three days when we were in an argument, I didn't eat...anything,"

Doctor Shin looked at Jin with pain and sadness. Sighing, he wrote the information down with a heavy heart, "Can I ask how this started? Why you got this idea instead of a healthy diet? And why you lost so much?"

Jin scoffed, "I have barely lost anything. Also, I thought the diet sucked too, but it's effect was amazing and it didn't hurt as much I thought...for where I got it from...well..someone enforced the idea,"

Doctor Shin flickered his eyes to Jin then the door. Lowering his voice he spoke sternly, "Is this the same person who has cause you bruises and non-consensual sex?"

Jin's hold heart stopped, blood draining from his face.

Someone found out.