WARNING: ⚠️ self-induced vomiting ⚠️
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a bit jealous now aren't we, tae? hoseok?

it was 7:05 pm, and jimin was laying on a black lazy boy recliner snuggled on top of min yoongi, watching sailor moon.

yoongi's home was very nice, decorated in mostly black and white colors, very eccentric at the least. the television was tiny but jimin didn't mind; all that mattered was he was here with the slighter older boy.

it didn't make sense though. how did he honestly get even this far? a sudden sickening thought came to him troubled mind.

"ah-hhh yoongi-ssi?" jimin muttered, hoping the older wasn't sleeping.

"oh please, hyung is fine. and yeah?"

"ummm hyung- please please let me know if i'm too heavy for you, i wouldn't want to h-hurt you are anything by my w-weight or-"

yoongi interrupted. "shut it, gorgeous." he sighed. "this show is boring as hell, i'm gonna get the remote if i can find the damn thing."

with no warning, he stood up with almost no effort to jimin's dismay. the smaller male fell yoongi's lap down to the fuzzy carpet, looking back up with a fake grumpy face.

yoongi turned back around, pinching the cute boys mochi cheeks. "see that wasn't so hard for me was it, jiminie? so stop worrying your little butt!" he chuckled, reaching down to give him a hand.

"help me find this goddamn remote would you dearest?" yoongi asked sweetly.

and so he did. it took several minutes, and yoongi, not being a necessarily patient person, eventually gave up and collapsed back onto the recliner, grumbling something about being too lazy to use the goddamn buttons on the goddamn tv.

"well you've got a personality," jimin giggled at his hyung's slouched shoulders. in turn, the other grumbled again, something about being glad he noticed.

they both sat in a somehow comfortable silence for a while before yoongi spoke.

"you hungry, chim?" the teen got up from his spot, not even waiting for his friend to respond. he would eat no matter what. he was always up for food.

"uhhh yeah haha, sounds good!"

"stupid jimin, stUpid!" jimin thought angrily about his words. "why would you say that?! you're just wasting his food! and can you imagine how much calories will be in whatever he grabs?! yeah you're hungry, but that doesn't matter, you don't desErve food you fa-"

"cool, i'll grab some popcorn if you want or whatever, i mean i can just get a whole bunch of stuff 'cause i don't really know what you like and i don't really wanna ask 'cause that'd just be weird and uhhh, yah, i'm gonna go now. hope popcorn's good." yoongi's voice progressively got quieter as he awkwardly backed into the kitchen, unaware he broke jimin out of his dark thoughts.

well what could he do now? it'd be rude to just leave, but he also would be disgusted at the thought of what, 300? 400 calories? being digested into his already fat stomach. i can't refuse it, i can't eat it, i can't leave, i just can't. so what?" the pink haired boy's mind ran a mile a minute, dreading the moment the microwave would go off  and his love would return.

*beep! beep! beep!*

"here you go!" yoongs handed him a large bowl full of the popped kernels covered in salt and butter. jimin gulped. definitely 350....

"thank you so much yoongi hyung! make sure you eat some too!" he forced himself to smile, though he was appreciative the other took his time make it for him.

"haha of course, what'd you expect? i made myself a bowl too! it's all yours jiminie." the mint haired revealed a similar bowl adjacent to jimin's, sitting on the coffee table.

he had to do it. he'd find a way to burn off the fat sooner or later. just don't think about it....
jimin grabbed a piece and brought it up to his mouth. he grabbed another, and another, and another until eventually he devoured the entire bowl. he looked down, surprised at the absence of the popcorn there seconds ago.

"jimin? you good?" yoongi looked at his face with concern. something was off.

i gotta get this out of me

"yeah i'm gr-great! i just need to the restroom real quick. could you point me towards it please?" he struggled to remain calm when he felt so so disgusting.

he ran. after being pointed in the right direction, boy did he run. how would he do this? he locked the door behind him quickly and quietly, lifting up the toilet seat. "what've i got to lose?" jimin choked out.

all of it. do it now.

he jammed his fingers down his throat searching for his gag reflex, finally finding it. he also found that it's not possible to throw up quietly. it all came up fast, lucky him for having an easy first time.

this was too good to be true! the sickly boy repeated the process one more time before he heard the doorknob turn.

".... i've got the key jimin," min yoongi held up a small house key, answering jimin's startled look. "what- what happened?"

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counting for once couldn't calm jimin down.
"i- i i- i'm," his breath and his hands shook violently. "i'm sORRY!"

yoongi leapt down to his crying friend's side, finally broken in front of the one person he never wanted to see to see in such a state. he gently stroked his hair, searching for some way to comfort his hidden lover.

"shhh shhh baby, just tell me what happened when you're ready, ok? but you're not going home until you do. it's okay jiminie, now shhh shhh shhhhh..."

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please comment and vote if you enjoyed, but also please do not take this badly, as a form of harm against yourself..

stay safe, stay alive, and remember to eat you vegetables today. also be a good person! :)

     -kennedy