"Jimin-ah," Yoongi cooed gently, tilting Jimin's head up, and he met the older's eyes with a weak smile, fingers slightly trembling in his lap. "You haven't eaten anything baby. Is something wrong?"

Jimin glanced back down at his full plate of food, taunting him, mocking him, waiting to be eaten by someone who's lips wobbling with barely contained sobs, who's hands were shaking much too hard for him to even think about lifting the fork to his mouth.

There was a burning knot in his throat, and his tongue was coated with the tangy taste of blood, fingers ripped and raw from his constant biting, teeth marks marring the smooth skin of his plump lips, thighs bouncing up and down, they were shaking too.

He couldn't eat.

But he didn't want to tell Yoongi that.

He didn't want Yoongi to know what was going through his head.

His words playing on repeat, a poisonous loop of destructive self hatred, fueled by Seo-Jun's fury.

He couldn't stop.

"Cheating on me weren't you, fat slut?"

"God, you're gorgeous baby, but lose some weight yeah? I won't want to fuck you if you have thighs the size of tree trunks."

"Please don't eat like that in public baby, you're embarrassing me."

He was remembering everything.

But he couldn't let Yoongi know.

He couldn't imagine his face twisting in anger the same way his did, he couldn't imagine Yoongi screaming at him, telling him...telling him he was ungrateful...he was selfish...that he was useless, that he never did anything.

He couldn't imagine it.

He didn't want to.

So he shook his head shakily, gulping down the bile in the back of his throat, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over.

"I-I'm f-fine hyung," He promised, silently cursing himself for stuttering. Why was he so bad at lying? "I'm just n-not hungry."

He stood to leave before he could break down, but Yoongi gently grabbed his clammy hands, pulling him into his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"No you're not baby," He whispered, resting his chin on Jimin's shaking shoulder. A strangled cry ripped from his mouth. "And that's okay. But don't lie to me, I'll never leave you. Just let me help you. Tell me what you're thinking, and we'll get through this together. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

So, Jimin did.

He blubbered out the words as he sobbed in Yoongi's embrace, leaning into his soothing touch, small smiles tugging at his trembling lips as he whispered gorgeous words in his ears, and he fed Jimin his food, one spoonful at a time, helping him to fight his demons, and replace his blood splattered memories.

"You're beautiful Jimin."

He may not have believed it then, but Yoongi knew one day, even for just a moment, he would.

He would prove to Jimin that he was beautiful.