Chapter 3- I'm not okay

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ May include topics such as self-harm, suicidal thoughts and eating disorders. Please beware before continuing.

[Jimin POV]

When I saw Jungkook that day, I felt something was wrong. He wasn't as bubbly as usual and he looked really tired.

Before I could say anything, Tae leaned into my ear and told me that Jungkook was "acting to get attention" because he was "jealous".

Now I don't know if that was true or not, but Tae wouldn't lie to me, right?

I sent him a death glare that physically shocked him. He then fixed his gaze onto his food, pushing it around and showing no sign of wanting to put the food in his mouth.

I sighed. "Jungkook-ah. Eat."

I saw a tear slip from his eye before he quickly wiped it away, stuffing food into his mouth. He looked adorable with hamster cheeks, but I'm not about to coo over a jealous little liar.

I finished up my soup and handed the plate over to Jin hyung before going back to my room to rest.

[Jungkook POV]

I stuffed all the food into my mouth and left the plate there for Jin hyung to clear. Rushing to the bathroom, I could already feel the disgusting lump rising in my throat.

Fortunately, I made it just on time and threw up my entire breakfast into the ceramic throne.

15 minutes later and I'm sitting on my bed, head in my knees while crying my eyes out.

Jungkook-ssi you deserved this.

"I got rid of you long ago..go away" I mumbled into my arms as I tried to focus on something else.

Hi Kookie...Nice to meet you again after so long...

"It's not nice to meet you.."

That's not very nice is it?

"I don't care."

Since you now lost your hyungs..How about you go back to your old friend?

Old friend...

Don't you know who or WHAT I'm talking about?

The memory popped back into my mind.

Right..my best friend...

Before I knew it I was standing in front of my mirror with a shiny blade in between my fingers.

My good old friend...

C'mon Kookie...Once wouldn't hurt...

It's right... once wouldn't hurt...right?

Soon enough the red liquid was pouring out of the slits on my arm.

Well done Kookie...Well done.

I slipped on a hoodie and tried to sleep the voice away...

Yah Jungkook-ah...I'm your only friend..since now your hyungs have left you...

Jin hyung doesn't give me his motherly love anymore.

Suga hyung doesn't comfort me anymore.

Hoseok hyung doesn't smile at me anymore.

Namjoon hyung doesn't let me into his studio anymore.

Jimin hyung doesn't give me his comforting talks anymore.

Taehyung doesn't play with me anymore.

My hyungs don't care about me anymore.

My bottom lip trembled as tears began to fall...again. I was so weak and pathetic..crying at every little thing.

Who was I?

I don't know.

Who am I now?

A burden. A piece of trash. A disappointment. I let the group down.

Why was I even accepted into this company? I don't deserve to be here. This isn't where I belong.

I don't belong here, or on planet Earth.

Ah..Jungkook-ah. You've finally realised how worthless you are.

Yes. Yes I have.

How about you just leave this world and never come back?

Sounds like a great idea.

I looked over at the window and sighed. It was sealed up. There's no escape...

"JUNGKOOK-AH! COME FOR LUNCH!" Jin hyung, like a mother calling for her children, yelled from downstairs, shaking me out of my thoughts.

[Taehyung POV]

{A/N: I'll try to have all member's POVs in this story, no matter how random}

Jungkook walked down the stairs weakly, mumbling a whole lot to himself. Probably planning what else he can fake. Pfft- That bunny thought he could trick his hyungs...

However, as he moved closer, it was obvious he had a face of distress. I also noticed that he was wearing a hoodie in the sauna-like room. That weird kid..

But he almost never wears hoodies..Only when he's actually cold. But how can he be cold in here?! He's probably just acting cold.Yeah... Acting.

He sat down and began poking around on his food. I ate quietly, observing the maknae from my peripheral vision.

After poking around for 5 minutes, he suddenly got up. "Hyung I'm not hungry" Then he walked back to his room and closed the door. Jungkook? Not hungry? Since when? "Not hungry? Ha..Isn't that strange?" Hoseok sarcastically mentioned.

I sighed. Who cares, probably acting for a loss of appetite.

[Jungkook POV]

I stared at my food while subconsciously poking and pushing it around.

Don't eat Kookie. You're gaining weight.

Yeah, I am.

Tell your hyung you're not hungry. Skip dinner too.

I'm really not hungry but I feel like I should eat.

Kookie listen to me.

What?

Tell your hyung you're not hungry. You have to go on a diet to lose weight.

I sighed.

"Hyung I'm not hungry"

Okay now leave.

I got up and let my body control itself. I walked up the stairs and closed the door, leaning onto it and sliding down to the ground.

Good job Jungkook-ah. Do this for the next week, okay?

"Fine"

Jungkook that's not how you talk to your friend!

"Oh. Sorry."

Hmm...How about now you try to open that window?

I got up and sat down at the wall beside the door incase any of my hyungs were to come in. I tucked my head into my knees after throwing off my hoodie.

"It's locked you bastard" I whisper-shouted, in case any of my hyungs heard.

I waited a couple seconds...Nothing. sigh. I shall just head to bed. I climbed onto the bed and covered myself head to toe with my blanket then dozed off into dreamland.

Word Count: 1021 Chapter 4 End.