A knock on the white door broke through the veil of silence that hung in the room. The sharp sound made Jimin turn his head towards the source, and look blankly through the thick pane of glass in the door.

He knew who was stood behind the door - it was the only person that ever visited him - Dr.Min.

Jimin didn't have to reply to let Dr.Min know he was allowed to enter, and the silence was yet again broken by the creaking of the old white door opening, with a soft click as it closed again.

"Jimin, how do you feel?" The doctor asked, his long white coat matching the room, the only colours on it being his name tag and a pen which stuck from his top pocket.

The younger boy looked up at his doctor and admired his features; the way his intense eyes watched him, or how his mint green hair fell perfectly on his head. His pale skin and soft-looking lips, and how all of his clothes fit him perfectly. How he held the clipboard lightly in his slender fingers. The man stood in front of Jimin was like an angel, and the sunlight gave him a bright outline, making him even more entrancing.

"I've been good, Dr.Min." Jimin replied, fiddling with his own thin fingers as his gaze darted around the room, looking at anything as to avoid eye contact with the Doctor.

"I'm glad" Dr.Min said, a soft smile highlighting his face, "can I stay for a while to talk?"

Jimin nodded, watching as Dr.Min pulled up the white chair next to his bed.

"So, Jimin, have you been eating well?"

Jimin sighed and smiled weakly, "yeah, I've been trying."

The orange haired boy was given two meals a day, and lots of water. The portions weren't huge, but they were enough; after time, the size of the meals increased slightly, until the doctors were confident enough to let Jimin have three meals.

"How much have you tried?" Dr.Min asked. His tone was soft and caring, which is why Jimin liked him so much. He wasn't the kind of person to force an answer out of someone, Jimin thought.

"I ate most of my cereal." Jimin answered - he didn't enjoy eating. Food made him gain weight, and when he ate a lot he would end up being 'fat.' Like he used to be, before all of this. Now, only Dr.Min spoke to him in the sanitary confines of the white hospital room. His oldest and best friend Taehyung even stopped visiting him because Jimin had destroyed himself with the bad habits of his.

There was nothing but silence again as Dr.Min nodded, noting down some information on his clipboard with a black biro.

"Okay Jimin, I'll come and see you in a little while."

"Okay."

These were the only true moments of human interaction that Jimin had - there were he nurses that looked after him, however they weren't as good at maintaining conversation like Dr.Min was. Jimin was too weak to go outside of the building into the gardens, he could barely even walk around his room.

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i am not romanticising any illness or disorder that will be present in this story. please don't think i am.