2 Weeks later

As usual, I walked to school. Finding myself picking at how my uniform fit around my arms and stomach. I'd gained two pounds. I love my mom, but I hate that she's so actively seeking bonding time. Ever since the sleepover incident, she's felt bad for not being home or on time often. I stressed that it was fine. It meant less attention to the fact that I don't eat.

She's been taking me out to eat, saying she's been too tired to cook. I have to eat when we're out. There really is no avoiding it at that point. With her sitting in front of me, watching me raise my chopsticks to my lips, there's no hiding. I can't let it all go right afterwards either, she's been taking her time to get home. I'll need to puke, and I'm always just barely able to manage it.

On nights she is home, she'll cook, then have me eat with her, and right after she'll suddenly need to shower or she'll be cleaning the bathroom. At first, I debated going as far as to find a place in our backyard, but I know she'd notice.

My phone went off in my pocket.

Jungkook: When will you be here?

I sighed and cleared the notification. He wants my help with homework. Our classes were assigned the same math work. I never reply to any of his texts, so I don't see why he hasn't given up.

I haven't really spoken to any of the guys since the sleepover either. I'm always busy studying, or at least that's what I tell them. Jungkook eyes me on my way to the library almost everyday, but I try not to make it obvious that I notice.

When I'd finally gotten to school grounds, I noticed Jungkook standing around outside the doors. He was on the phone, but when he noticed me he let his arm fall to his side. I sighed softly and mentally prepared myself.

"Jimin, did you understand the homework?" He started walking towards me.

I nodded my head as I came to a stop. He huffed out. I noticed his shoulders drop a bit.

"I asked you about it last night, but you never replied" He glanced off to the side and let out an awkward laugh.

"You never do" He stated as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I stared at him. He seemed a little put off by the fact that I don't reply. I don't know why he'd care, he should understand why I wouldn't want to talk to him.

"Don't feel special, I don't reply to any of you" I scoffed.

I tried my best to seem like I didn't care, and a good part of me really doesn't, but I'm playing it up much more than that. Although, it's not a strong kind of "I don't care". It's an exhausted and disappointed one. One where I'm so close to the edge that I simply don't care what happens next because I already know how this will end.

I don't see the point in things. Nothing makes me happy, I've fallen behind in school, I have no friends, and I'm getting fat again. The only thing left that I've barely been clinging to is my life. I don't care about that either anymore.

"You know, this friendships beginning to feel really one sided" He said to me.

"If that" I scoffed.

There's never really been any side to this friendship. None of them were ever friends to me, even when I tried to be one for them.

"I check up on you all the time" He defended.

He looked genuinely offended. He doesn't have the right to be offended.

"After you're the one that hurts me"

He has a habit of letting his angry expression fall, then picking it up as fast as it falls. It's almost like he's breaking character. Not in the same way Taehyung does. When Taehyung breaks, he's emotionless. When Jungkook breaks, he looks sad and worried.

"Well, fine. If you don't want to be our friend then stop hanging around us. Better yet, just disappear completely. I mean, you could kill yourself, since we depress you so much." He spat.

I felt myself shrink. Letting my body relax and my gaze fall to my shoes.

How funny of him to take the one thing I've been on edge about, and just dangle it over my head.

"I-I didn't mean that" He lied.

The sad and worried expression came back. This time it wasn't replaced.

"No, you did. You can't even say it just slipped, it would only prove you meant it more. You meant it so much, you didn't even have to think about it."

Without thought or hesitation, I took off my backpack off my back. Swinging it in front of me and unzipping it in a hurry I wanted nothing more but to leave.

"You know what? I'm done here. Take the homework, you fucking prick." I said.

I pulled out my book and several papers. Throwing the book down and crumbling up the papers before doing the same. I turned away from him right afterwards. I had no tears as I walked away. Again, I simply don't care anymore. All I know right now is I can't take the school day, not even if I stayed in the library. I'm going home. From there, I don't know where I'm going.