(Authors POV)

Jimin was sleeping peacefully as he was really tired of the events that happened yesterday so he forgot to set his alarm clock. His door slammed open and Jungkook shoved him off the bed, he scoffed at the pathetic sight.

"No wonder you're fat. All you ever do is sleep. You didn't come down for breakfast." He growled at the older, who was on the floor. Jimin sat on the floor and curled in a ball.

"I-i'm sorry. I didn't know you wanted me to come down." He whispered, looking up at Jungkook.

"Whatever." Jungkook huffed, kicking him in the chest and walking out. 

Jimin rushed to the bathroom and threw up blood all over the floor. He was shaking as he looked at it. It disgusted him. He knew this was most likely the cause of him not eating and being underweight. As well, as all the abuse he's enduring. He heard his door slame open again and he quickly closed his bathroom door and opened the windows, so the horrible smell could leave his room. 

"Get your ass downstairs. You're in so much trouble with everyone." Taehyung hissed, he grabbed his hair and dragged him down the stairs. 

You wimp, you can't even handle that! That's just the beginning nerd." Namjoon stated and they all started to beat him. Giving him more cuts and bruises, as he, Jimin begged them to stop. They never listened, so Jimin shut up and waited until they were done beating him. After a while, they all left and went to the van. Yoongi came out of his room ready to go and saw Jimin on the ground. He wanted to help but knew he couldn't show his weakness. He genuinely cared about Jimin....but he put his pride behind him

"Why are you on the ground nerd?" He asked, as he narrowed his eyes towards Jimin, seeing the youngers injuries. 

"I-i. It was my fault, I didn't...." Jimin barely had any energy to keep speaking. Yoongi gently picked him up off the floor, and led him towards the door. 

"We need to go to practice. Let's go." Yoongi whispered, as they started to walk out the door. Yoongi had his hands hovering over Jimin's lower back to be able to catch him if he falls. They got to the van and sat inside, Jimin's breathing was heavy as the bruises made it hard to breath and walk.

"You dumbass. Took you long enough." Hoseok said, smacking Jimin upside the head, while the rest of the members gave him a glare. Except Yoongi, who looked down at his feet. Jimin winced and looked down at his feet. Once they got to the practice room, Jimin ran inside before they could hit him and started to stretch. When the others came in they started to stretch too but when they were done they started to practice, Jimin struggled to breath, and saw black spots in his vision. 

(Jimin's POV) 

I knew that when taehyung came into my room this morning, that today was going to be worse than yesterday. My vision was blurring and clearing in some spots. I can't hate Yoongi for not helping me in the van on the way to practice because I get why he didn't, there is a chance he could end up like me, broken beyond repair. I was thankful that Yoongi helped me when he did. He's not as mean as he used to be. Once we finished practice I started to feel dizzy and kept stumbling, until I just collapsed on the floor, out of energy and breath.

"Get up you stupid loser!" Taehyung stated, as he kicked me in the stomach. My body was in pain, as I felt myself cough, but my vision was blurring again, and this time, it wouldn't clear up, as I saw nothing, nothing but darkness.

(Time Skip) 

When I woke up I was in a bright room and I went up to rub my eyes but something pulled my arm back and I winced. My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw I was in a hospital room. I looked around and saw my Hyung's and Dongsaeng's sleeping on the couch. I flinched and quickly sat up. I took the IV out of my arm and I quietly tried to leave the room, but the stickers to the heart monitor came off my chest and it started to flat-line loudly, informing everyone that I had died. Or... that's what people would think. They jumped up and looked at the bed and then at me. I froze as I tried not to panic.

"I'm sorry that I woke you up. I didnt-'' My sentence was cut off by an angry looking Namjoon.

"WHAT THE HELL JIMIN! YOU SCARED US! WE THOUGHT YOU DIED!" Namjoon snapped.

I flinched and looked down, starting to feel angry. I was always treated like shit. Might as well let out my anger now, and take a beating for it now rather than later.

"Why would you care huh! All you ever do to me is beat me and call me names. I might as well, in order to get away from you!" I whisper yelled, trying to look Namjoon directly in the eyes. I knew what was coming next. Namjoon came and I glared up at him before he smacked me across the face. I was used to it but it didn't stop me from flinching, everyone flinches when someone goes to hit you, it's human nature. He grabbed my chin and growled.

"Don't you ever dare speak to me that way again."

"Fuck you. All you ever do is hurt me. I might as well take the beatings now rather than later." I whispered, tears streaming down my face, as he let go of my chin. The doctor rushed in and saw me and Namjoon-hyung looking at each other.

"What happened?"

Quickly they all put fake worry on their faces.

"We-we don't know, we woke up and the heart monitor started to go off and then he started to panic!" Seokjin stated, with fake tears.

'Fucking damn it.'

I cursed underneath my breath, as I remembered Seokjin has an acting degree, what a sob story, a fucking fake ass one. The doctor nodded and came over to me. I saw their glares and decided I had brought enough rebellious trouble for the day and just sighed, and acted as they wanted me to. I started to cry again, curling up into a ball in the corner and flinching at their sudden movement. I didn't have to act too much because I just had to think about all the things they did to me.

"Hey it's okay alright? I'm Dr. Wang, but you can call me Jackson alright?" His voice was gentle and soft, as he spoke to me. I looked at him and nodded.

"Okay." I calmed down for real and sat on the floor, where I was because I didn't want to be close to the others. Jackson sat by me and I put my hands around my knees.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I feel a lot better now."

"That's great! But unfortunately you're heavily underweight. You're only 90 pounds! You're supposed to be at least 134 pounds!"

"Oh sorry." I whispered looking down.

"This is a serious health risk. This can potentially kill you. If you get used to not eating, you'll starve yourself to death."

"Okay..." I muttered looking down knowing I wouldn't be eating anytime soon.

"Well, Mr.Park. I'm afraid you'll have to stay overnight, so we can monitor your condition."

I nodded and looked at the members, who still had the same sorry ass, worried face.

"I understand." I muttered. As Jackson left I begged him inside my head not to leave but he couldn't hear me. As he left I glared at the members.

"Leave. You obviously don't care. So you shouldn't be here." My voice cracked, not looking at them.

"You're lucky he believed you pig." Seokjin snapped angrily.

"Don't think that just because he said you should eat more, doesn't mean you should, pig." Taehyung stated angrily, as they all glared at me.

"I couldn't fucking care less."

I wouldn't look at them. I quietly got off the floor and sighed, I thought everyone had left, until I felt someone grab me by my arm, and lift me up gently, and of course it was Yoongi.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I whispered, taking my arm away from him and climbed into bed. He looked at me and sighed. Before he finally left. Tears streamed down my face, as I cried quietly.

"Just let me die."