Everyone was worried about Jimin. He had been silent for days ever since those hateful tweets against him had spread on the internet. He barely ate too. He always sat away from the members and was absent-minded.
After their last performance, Jimin sat on the couch, head drooped while fiddling with his fingers. Jungkook was the first one to notice him. Jimin didn’t touched his lunch and he noticed how pale the older male looked. He sat beside him, heaving a deep sigh.
“You haven’t had a decent meal for days.” he said in a worried voice. “You’ll get sick.”
Jimin shook his head, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m fine Jungkookie.”
“You’re not. Go eat hyung.”
Jimin looked at him with teary eyes. “I can do this, I’m a pig…I got a lot of—”
“Stop.” Jungkook said, turning his head to face him. “You’re not a pig. Don’t…don’t let them ruin you. You’re a beautiful person. I love you, fat or thin, whiny or manly, jealous or happy. I love you whatever your hair color may be,” Jungkook chuckled. “I love you and your small hands, your cute cheeks, and your minion-like voice.”
“Hey!” Jimin complained.
Jungkook placed his fingers between the male’s lips. “Shush, I’m talking.” he pulled Jimin closer to him by the waist, letting him sit on his lap. “I love you for who you are. The hyungs too, Taehyung, and your other friends. Your parents and brother are proud of you. Don’t let those bullshits eat you.”
“B-But why are they doing this to me.” Jimin asked voice cracking.
“I don’t know. But we are here for you. We are proud of how you’ve changed the past years.”
“You’re making me cry, Jungkook.”
The younger chuckled, kissing his forehead. “I love you, Jiminie. Do you want me to feed you baby?”
“Yes, I love you too.” Jungkook laughed, earning a hit on his chest from Jimin.