Weeks turned to months and passed, the boys having their success continue to go through the roofs as I stayed by their side the whole while.

I had became a normal part of BTS, to the point of where it seemed strange when I wasn't with them. Though that rarely ever happened unless for something like them going on stage to perform and I wasn't standing on the stage with them, but I was always nearby for them.

The sexual tension between Yoongi and me was easily noticeable, more at certain times over others. It was something that the other members and even fans had noted as well. At a fan sign, someone had even asked about me and Yoongi's sex life together, only to be let down to know that there wasn't one between us. But they got an exciting scene of me choking on apple juice, nearly squirting out of my nostrils.

Gotta love them thirsty ARMYs.

The busy and hectic buzz was on and off again, the moments heating up and cooling down at times as we were able to rest currently.

I stared out the window as the sun rose up, pushing Yoongi's arm off of me before he completely pulled me into himself as he tended to when we slept. I rolled off silently and got ready to go out on my normal run.

Taking Saint out, I spent my time outside and when I came back, I decided to train as I went to the room where I always found Jimin in.

Lately, he would be getting up earlier as well, only to over exercise himself in the training room until I forced him to take a break. He seemed to be sleeping less and not eating properly either. His skin would get deathly pale as he heated up immensely, breaking out in sweat when the weather wasn't even warm.

Yet every time I tried to talk to him about it, he pushed me and the other members away, saying he had to go to the bathroom. He went to the bathroom after every time we forced him to eat something too.

Like what the hell was going on in the bathroom?

I sighed frustratingly as I saw Jimin working out again, even in his weakening condition.

"Jiminie, you're done," I walked over to him to pull the weights out of his hands, my eyes widening as I read the sizes he was using.

What the hell!?

"Eat something, come on. I doubt you bother to eat on your own anyways," I said as I dragged him forward, feeling his wrist bonier than it was before.

Feeling his skin was strange too, he used to always give me hugs and I'd carry him, but now he avoided skin contact all together. He didn't even try to keep eye contact either.

Of course he did, I was the one who told him not to be so touchy in public.

But I didn't want him to be like this.

I'd rather drama and rumors be spread of me than see Jimin like this.

"What are you in the mood for?" I turned to him as I sat him down in the seat of the kitchen.

"I'm not really hungry," he muttered the same response he always would when the topic of eating would come up.

Bullshit.

"Pancakes it is!" I smiled as I got them ready for him, my cooking being at least edible.

I set the plate in front of him as I grabbed a fork to join him too, drenching the pancakes with syrup just how we liked it. But just like usual, he would pick away at it, only eating the bare minimal.

"Ji-"

"I have to use the b-bathroom," he stuttered out as I frowned, watching him leave the room as Saint laid by my feet, whimpering when Jimin didn't give him a kiss.

A few moments passed as I fed Saint, something reaching my ears as I froze, Saint's ears peeking up too.

No one was awake other than me and Jimin so the entire house was silent.

Saint let a bark out in the direction that Jimin had gone as I got worried.

Did he fall and get hurt?

My eyes widened as I heard him struggled for air, almost sounding as though he was puking.

Shit.

Was my cooking that damn bad?

I rushed through the hall to get to his door as I clearly heard him throwing up.

Without another thought, I brought my leg up right next to the doorknob, kicking the door to the side as it broke off its hinges.

I stood frozen at the horrifying sight before me.

Jimin was throwing up, definitely, but it wasn't natural.

He was forcing it.

So much to the point of where beads of sweat were all over him, tears rushing to my eyes when I saw blood leave his mouth.

"JIMIN!!" I screamed as I rushed to him, crouching down to push him away from the toilet.

"D-don't look a-at me," he stuttered as he tried to push me away.

I held him against the wall, wiping his mouth with my shirt as I stared at his poor state.

"Pl-please just go," he curled himself against the wall as he tried to hide himself away from me.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!?" I shouted at him as I felt tears fall out of my eyes as he looked away. "Get up, get up!" I pulled his shoulders forward, keeping him in my arms.

"I-I'm sor-"

"No, I am. To not know this is what you did every time you left us," I pulled him up to stand, instantly carrying him up into his room as Saint barked throughout the house.

Pushing his door open, I laid him down in the bed, staying by his side as tears flooded his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. My heart broke at the sight as he clutched onto the fabric of the sheets.

"T-they said I was too fat, I ate too m-much. If I lost weight, BTS would lose haters. I-I was the chubby and ugl-"

"Enough, Jimin," I cut him off as I brought him into my lap, his legs going around my waist as he held onto me and cried.

"My cheeks were too chubby, my thig-"

"Are sexy as fuck. And your cheeks are fucking perfect. Your entire self is sculpted like the gods themselves, a king ruling over the world with his six king brothers," I told him as his head rested in my neck and his breathing was erratic as the tears kept going.

"W-what about you?" He asked through his hiccups as I kept my hand massaging his hair.

"I'll always be your queen," I smiled at him as he gave me a smile.

Broken, but nonetheless it was genuine.

Something that I hadn't seen in weeks.

"Your fellow kings love you and your queen loves you just as much," he pulled his head back to stare at me as my hand stayed over the nape of his neck.

"You m-mean it? You have never talked about loving us," he breathed out.

"Wouldn't have wasted my breath over useless words. And I love you all, including you, especially you," I leaned my forehead against his as he closed his eyes and sniffled, his breathing coming to return to a somewhat normal pace.

He had so many insecurities of himself and went to such far limits of getting himself to fit in to their ideal type.

Those fucking bastards to hurt our Jimin like this.

"I love you all too," he took a deep breath, holding my gaze as I smiled softly.

"I love you, Jimin."

"I mean I'm not in love with any of you," I blinked when his eyes widened at my confession. "I just love you all as my brothers."

Maybe not Yoongi though.

Not much is a sibling like bond between us.

"I-I love you too, so so much!!" He exclaimed as he pulled me into a tight hug and I rubbed his back.

"Now we are going out to eat and you will eat with us," I told him before he could refuse as he fidgeted with the hem of his shorts.

Staring down at his thighs, I placed my hands over them I heard his breath hitch over my feathery touch.

"Come on, Jimi."

With a nod, he got up to get ready as I left to wake everyone up as well, not caring it was early even on their rest day.

I went to Taehyung and Jungkook's room first as I shook them awake and they stared at me with sleepy smiles.

"Wake up mom and dad, it's about Jiminie," I spoke softly as they shot up in a flash, rushing out their door to go to Jin and Namjoon.

Next up was Hoseok to gather them together.

"Hobi, Hoooooobbii," I cooed in his ear as he latched onto my arm with a grin. "Bring everyone except Jiminie into my and Yoon's room, it's about Jiminie," I told him as his eyes widened and he nodded, hurrying to get everyone together.

And now Yoongi.

I pushed the door open to see him curled in the sheets as he cradled my pillow.

"Yo-"

I didn't even finish saying his name when he pulled me down into the bed with him.

"When you leave, the bed always gets colder," he mumbled sleepily as I gulped at the huskiness of his voice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"When you talk, I always get hotter," I replied as I stared into his widened eyes.

"Well, that is all fabulous and all kiddos, but shouldn't we have more important issues than you two's sex drives?" Jin announced as I struggled to get off of Yoongi.

"Y-Yes!" I spoke as Yoongi sat us up and I felt him get harder as I sat over him.

I tried to shift off of him so he could have space, but he groaned in my ear and pulled me back closer to him.

"You're making it worse," he mumbled into my ear as I wanted to tell him that he was making things worse by talking.

"It's about Jiminie as you all know how he's been the past few weeks, but the last couple of days made us really worry about him. I managed to get him ready to go out and eat with all of us," I explained, not sure if telling them about what he was doing all this time would be right or not.

"No way, that's woah," Namjoon and everyone was far beyond surprised, happy that he was coming with us to eat.

"You're amazing!"

"I really want the old Jiminie hyung back."

"I'm glad he's going to be able to eat!"

As everyone cheered with excitement, I told them to quiet down so I could continue.

"He's been self conscious because some of the bastards of the world are getting to him. He doesn't eat, always over works himself, it's because they tell him he's chubby. He has too much weight on him and is ugly. So he needs to get back to his healthy happy self," I noticed everyone getting angry and sad.

"We got it!"

"You can count on us!"

"No, we all will count on each other. We are in this together, all of us," I corrected as I got grins back is response.

"So what's the plan?" Namjoon asked as everyone nodded, eager to know.

"First of all, since we are going out, wear the most casual and laid back clothing you have, and make sure it's revealing. That way, Jiminie will feel better about what he's wearing and how he looks. Next comes the tricky part of eating. All of you shove your faces and eat past your limits until Jiminie is full. No one should finish before him because then he'll think he's over eating and eating more than we all do and more than he should. So eat up to your fills and keep tossing food in until he is done eating. He needs to be the first done eating because it will help with his self confidence."

"Wow," Hoseok stared at me as everyone had their mouths hung open.

"What?" I started to feel like I had come up with a dumb plan and sounded like a bitch on how I was telling them what to do when I should've gotten everyone's opi-

"That is so marvelous!"

"You're so smart!"

"It'll definitely work!!"

"I love that plan!"

Jin's enthusiasm over eating was more than the others but we were ready to help Jimin with whatever he needed.

"I'm sure we can all relate to his struggles at one time or another in our lives," Yoongi spoke up from behind me. "So let's bring back our Jimin!"

It was the first time he was showing so much excitement for doing something, especially when we had to eat since he didn't like to eat that much.

"Thank you, Yoon," I breathed out against his ear as he stared back at me, his gaze lowering to lips for a flash second before he looked away.

He licked his lips before I got up and let him get ready, going to check on Jimin.

"Go, go, guys!"

Everyone ran off with smiles, happy that there was a way to help Jimin and that we could be there for him through this.

"Jimi," I called out as I went into his room, seeing him pull on his shorts.

"Oh- uh, hello," he scratched the back of his neck as he tied his shorts and turned to face me.

I whistled, my eyes still over his thighs as he buttoned his shirt.

"Should I just wear p-pants?" He asked as I walked forward towards him, making sure he saw what I was wearing.

Either one is yours or have your own!

"I think you look fine as hell like always," I honestly said, shrugging my shoulders as his gaze stayed over my clothes.

"They're kinda short," he mumbled, playing with the edges of his shorts.

"That's the point of shorts, plus it makes sex easier!" I grinned as he shyed away more.

I definitely like the confidence Jimin had, he was happier that way.

"I'd lick whipped cream off those thighs, I'd lick anything off those thighs, hell! I'd lick just the thighs!" I cheered as he giggled, slightly turning pink.

I mean not that shy Jimin was bad at all, but I loved when he would carelessly be himself instead of worrying over people's thoughts.

"You look pretty," he smiled at me, showing his teeth as my heart melted at his smiling self.

"Pretty fucking ugly," I added on, bursting into laughter. "Ahh, that was a good one."

"Come on, we might be late," Jimin said as we started to walk out and join up with the others.

Getting an idea, I thought of how I only had to protect their image, right?

I mean, mine can go to hell.