Orange Juice - Melanie Martinez

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"Eat."

Jimin stares down at the plate of fries rice and teriyaki chicken in front of him, steaming from the freshness by how recently cooked it was.

Even with the maculate smell drilling his nostrils and the sizzling sight of the chicken glowing underneath the kitchen light, Jimin feels disgusted.

The hands of a psychopath made this.

He wants nothing to do with anything that man does or makes.

Jimin would rather starve himself more than he already is.

So he only stares at the food with a deep scowl in his face, feeling his stomach flip as it rejects the sight, use to not eating so much food like this.

"Jimin, I said eat," Taehyung growls lowly, standing in front of him with arms crossed, "You think your Track coach will even let you race often with by how you're eating? You'll pass out before making it to the finish line."

Now Jimin might just consider dropping from Track if that's the case. The only reason he's joining is because it needs to show that he's been involved with other things besides school work for his record.

Why not something he was fairly good at in High School?

Jimin still doesn't move a muscle for the food and Taehyung just about lost his patience.

He grabs Jimin's jaw, yanks it open and thrust a spoon full of food in his mouth before forcing his mouth close and keeping his hand on his cheek to keep his lips sealed.

"Chew."

Jimin struggles against him, trying to force his way out of his hands but Taehyung only keeps a first hand on his head and jaw, not letting him go.

"I said fucking chew!"

Quickly Jimin chews the food and thickly swallows it down, never willing to admit his appetizing the food actually tasted but instantly feels his stomach whirling in his chest.

The second Taehyung lets him go, he dashes to the bathroom, pulling the seat up and instantly pukes it back out, along with the food he had this morning.

Food can never stick around in his stomach and he takes full blame for that. He has spent days without eating anything, only drinks water and maybe small crackers throughout the day.

A meal is too big for his organ thats used to being empty.

The minute he finishes and flushed the toilet, he leans back against the wall to gather his breath, feeling his now empty stomach ache with his throat burning from the acid.

Taehyung is staring at him from the door, arms crossed with pursed lips as he saw the whole scene unfold before his eyes. He doesn't say anything for a long moment but then suddenly takes out his phone.

"Of course you have an eating disorder," He huffs annoyedly under his breath, dialing on his phone, "Don't worry, that will be taken care of soon enough."

What?

Jimin snaps his eyes to him, unease and confused puzzling his eyes, "W-What are you doing."

Taehyung doesn't say anything, only waits for the other line to answer his call. He remains silent for a moment longer before a wide smile forms his lips, hearing the familiar voice through the other line, "Glad to hear how excited you are to hear of me my little brother!"

Brother.....

Instantly memories of the ravenette from the school storms into Jimin's mind. The sweet yet calm man that was only there to fool Jimin into Taehyung's plan, to distract him while he did his work.

A man Jimin still holds a grudge to even though he didn't expect to hear or see of him again.

"Okay I get it," Taehyung huffs lowly and locks his eyes with Jimin's gaze, "I need a favor. Come over to the address I'm send you and bring your fiancé, I'm having a serious case that needs to be dealt with."

WAIT WHAT!?!

To come here?

Not one but two!

Three psychopaths in his home!

A shot of fear ignited Jimin's whole body to the mere thought of it, forcing his throat to clutch tightly as the tears glistens his eyes.

No no, what if they beat him up for not eating?

Is this Taehyung's sadistic way for Jimin to behave?

What if they take turns raping him?

The endless thoughts circulates Jimin's head all the way until Taehyung hangs up the call, smiling in relief at him, "Don't worry tiny, we're going to get you all fixed up."

He couldn't hold himself from scrambling back when Taehyung approaches and crouches beside him, raising a hand to his cheek but instantly Jimin flinches away form the touch.

"Y-You don't have to d-do anything," Jimin shutters in complete paranoia, horrified to the fate that lies ahead of him, "P-Please, I promise I w-will try to eat-"

Taehyung chuckles almost lovingly at him, running his thumb against his skin, "Shhh don't cry, my brother's fiancé is a professional. You'll be good as new in no time, I promise."

What the fuck does that even mean?!

What are they going to do to him??

Jimin's mind only shuffles in a roll of curse words to himself, hating himself for now being put in this position.

A mess he got himself in again.

All he knew was that he should've forced the food down while he still had the chance.

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A/N:
I wrote this chapter twice because it got deleted the first time :'(

But I hope you all enjoyed it!!

Who do you think is Jungkook's fiancé? Any guesses?

We'll just have to see soon hehe!!

I may update soon another chapter so be ready! I'll be back!

I PURPLE YOU! <33