Later on in the night, Jimin stood naked in his room, in front of a mirror. He was holding back tears.

He was pretty sure the door was locked, so he could fully have this time to himself. Jimin's eyes went down to his legs, tan calves and 'perfect' thighs. According to his manager he was at perfect weight; but his doctor had told him he was too underweight for his condition. Jimin noticed the gap between his thighs seemed bigger than a few weeks ago. Maybe he was losing weight, or maybe he was lying to himself- which was more than common.

Then as Jimin's eyes went up, his vision got more blurry from the water building up. Looking even farther between his legs he felt like he was looking at someone else, not him. It didn't feel like he was in his own body- or anyone's body for that matter. His body seemed so masculine from the outside, and sometimes he dressed feminine when he felt it. And damn did he look good in a crop top.

But Jimin was never comfortable in any clothes. He wasn't comfortable clothed, he wasn't comfortable naked, he wasn't comfortable in his own skin. And what frustrated him the most, was he had no one to talk to about it. Jimin refused to talk to a therapist, or any mental health doctor at all. He was stubborn, and he knew it.

He imagined what he would look like if he was born normal. Like how he was supposed to be. Jimin hasn't seen any...male genitalia in his life- outside of diagram's in middle school, so he wasn't quite sure how to imagine his body. Jimin shook his head, taking a deep breath. He let the oxygen in the room completely fill his lungs until it caused pain all over. Then, he held it for four seconds, and slowly breathed out for six.

Now, he was met with scars.

It was Jimin's least favorite section on his body, just passing the area below. Some of the surgical scars were white, some were thick and others thin. Some he could hardly see. Jimin traced his fingertips over the scar next to his belly button, and the area twitched from the strange touch. Jimin wanted to rip off his skin and tear out his insides.

He felt like Frankenstein's monster, even though he didn't have any bolts in his neck. He trailed his eyes up to his chest, when his heart dropped. He was most insecure about his chest, more than anything else. Another surgical scar appeared in his vision as Jimin turned to the left. The scar started at his first rib and went up about three inches. Jimin remembered being terrified of that surgery at twelve years old. More scared of a chest surgery than an abdominal surgery...

It was to help Jimin's chest remain flat. He was already getting bullied and his body wasn't going to be able to handle growing and maturing, plus changes in his appearance. It also helped with growing much hair on different parts of his body- however it never took long to grow his hair out on his head.

Then he turned to the right side, and his eyes immediately caught on his ass. He definitely had one. There was nothing else special on his side or back side, everywhere made him feel the same way; queasy and uncomfortable.

Jimin covered his face with his hands- even they made him feel uncomfortable in his body. He was supposed to be taking deep breaths but instead, he was staring at his pinky on his left hand. It was significantly shorter than his other rather short fingers. It wasn't necessarily an insecurity but he didn't like it. He didn't like one thing about his body right now.

He turned around for his clothes when he saw something strange in the corner of his eye. Grabbing his shirt Jimin stood up, and shrieked when he saw Namjoon and Taehyung staring at him, in his doorway.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jimin screamed and grabbed his clothes, immediately covering himself. He backed up against a wall and looked at the shocked and surprised looks on their faces. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He yelled, and that seemed to break their trances. Namjoon stumbled forward and Taehyung cleared his throat, looking down at his feet. "Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?!" Jimin yelled again, demanding an answer as he slipped on his shirt and pants.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't mean- I didn't know the door was open-" "I'm sorry." Namjoon and Taehyung spoke over each other, their cheeks pink. Jimin stood up from the floor and went to slam the door, but Namjoon held it open with his hand. "Jimin, just wait-" "No, you fucking psycho! You stared at me when I was naked, get out of my room!" Jimin cut off Namjoon, pushing him back harshly.

"What is going on?" Jin and Hoseok walked over from the loud language, concern on their faces.

"We didn't mean to stare, it was an accident." Namjoon shook his head like he was trying to get rid of the image in his head. "You're lying, get OUT!" Jimin shoved Namjoon back in to Hoseok, who caught him after he tripped over his own feet. Taehyung stepped back again and Jimin slammed the door shut, awaking Yoongi and he rushed over to see what the commotion was.

"So, what just happened?" Jin asked, all of the other members looking at Namjoon and Taehyung. "Jin hyung- I can't believe I'm saying this, but you were right." Namjoon turned to Jin with an expression the eldest one couldn't quite figure out. Maybe it was scared, or worried, but he didn't know for sure.

Jin tilted his head. "Right about what?" He asked. Namjoon glanced at Taehyung, then back to Jin. "About Jimin."