Day 3 - Starving

"They don't care about me, just like everyone else."

The next day Yoongi woke up, he felt terrible. His face was still wet and salty from the tears. He slowly sat up straight and took a deep breath. He got out of his bed, washed up and then got back into his room again.

He was definitely not going to tell his parents where he had been, but that would mean no dinner.

He thought that maybe he could get some food from downstairs and take it with him into his room, but that was not a good idea.

Yoongi felt bored and he was frustrated. Eventually he decided to do what he loved the most, play the piano, so that he could calm down a little.

He slowly walked towards his piano and put his hand on it. He then sat down and started playing. Since his entire focus had to be on his hands and the song he was playing, he indeed calmed down.

He heard the door of the room next to his open. His parents were awake. He heard his dad getting outside, probably to smoke. His mom was making breakfast.

When breakfast was done, they called for Yoongi, but he didn't come. He though that if he wasn't allowed to eat dinner, then he was also not allowed to eat breakfast and lunch.

His parents didn't bother, they didn't call for him again and they didn't came to simply drag him downstairs, which has happened before.

Yoongi slammed his head against the wall multiple times. He kicked his bed, but immediately regretted it. He carefully laid down on the bed again, angry, frustrated and hungry.

A few days had passed. The week was almost over, two more days. Yoongi had barely eaten. Sometimes at night he got out of his bed to eat something, but that was it.

He didn't know if he could endure it any longer. He felt like he had to faint all the time. His skin was even paler than normal.

He decided that he was done with it. He really couldn't do this anymore. He grabbed his phone and typed in Jimin's number. His hands were shaking, the phone rang. A few seconds later, Jimin picked up the phone.

"Hey Yoongi! How are you?" Jimin asked. "N-Not good. P-please come a-and p-p-pick me u-up." Jimin didn't know what to do. Yoongi sounded really bad. He grabbed his car keys and ran out of the house. "I'm on my way, don't worry. I'm coming, stay calm."

Jimin couldn't remember when he had drove so fast. When he had parked in front of Yoongi's house, he jumped out of the car and rang the doorbell.

Yoongi was already there, his suitcase packed. He was sitting in front of the front door, waiting for Jimin. When he heard the doorbell rang, he stood up and opened the door.

He looked at Jimin's face and hugged him tightly, sobbing. Jimin wrapped his arms around him and caressed his back. He started to hum a song, trying to calm Yoongi down.

Once Yoongi had calmed down a little, he picked up his suitcase and put it in the car. Yoongi, who was still frozen, crying, looked at Jimin. Jimin grabbed his hand and pulled him to the car as well, making him sit.

Jimin then also got in the car, sitting next to Yoongi. He started to drive home and kept glancing at Yoongi to make sure he was okay.

They had arrived at Jimin's house, it was a pretty big house. Bigger than Yoongi had ever seen. He stepped out of the car and took his suitcase from Jimin. Jimin grabbed Yoongi's hand again and walked to the front door, unlocking it.

They walked inside together. Jimin ordered Yoongi to wait. He grabbed Yoongi's suitcase and brought it upstairs to one of the guest rooms.

Then he walked downstairs again and saw Yoongi standing there, still waiting and pouting. It looked really cute, Jimin wanted to hug him, but decided that that's not a good idea.

He tried to act cool and said: "Follow me." He started to walk towards the living room and Yoongi followed him closely. They both sat down on the couch and looked at each other. "Yoongi, I think we have to talk."