Taehyung was fine. He'd just thrown up his last meal after Jungkook sat down with him to eat. With Jungkook's eyes boring into Taehyung's head, he felt pressured to eat something, but later lied and said he wasn't feeling too well and his stomach was upset.

Truthfully, it was, but only because his stomach wasn't used to the feeling of food in it. Taehyung had felt so guilty about eating, but he didn't even have to force himself to throw up this time. That just made him feel worse, that he was no longer in control. He just needed to be in control, as this was the one thing could control. The only thing he could control. He flushed the toilet.

"Tae? Hyung, are you okay in there?" Jungkook knocked on the door.

Taehyung struggled to his feet, legs weak from malnourishment and hands shaking as he opened the door. It took him 3 tries just to turn the doorknob, his hands were so sweaty and shaking.

"I-I'm fine, just sick. I should go lie down now," he said.

"Are you sure? I could get you a damp towel, some ginger ale, a book?" Jungkook replied.

"Yeah I'm just tired." Taehyung said softly, swaying a little as he stood, steadying himself by leaning on the door.

"You really don't look good, Tae. If you don't feel better after a rest I think you should go to the doctor's-"

"No. Just... Some rest." Taehyung's eyelids drooped and Jungkook half carried half pushed him to his bed, tucking him in.

Jungkook's POV

I stood in the doorway of Tae's room. He really didn't look healthy. I remembered when we were in highschool and Jimin had anorexia. Had the same thing happened to Tae? He didn't eat much anymore, and he was always cold.

Yoongi had helped Jimin through that time, slowly helping him to get better. The rest of us weren't much help, but, hey, Yoongi is a counselor now. The rest of us are dancers or models or mathematicians. Okay one of us is a mathematician. Of course Namjoon.

I called up Yoongi.

"Yoongi? It's Jungkook. Do you have time to talk right now?"

"Hm? Yeah I'm free right now, it's five thirty pm, I'm off work. Why?"

"It's... Taehyung. I'm worried about him. He doesn't really eat anymore and he's really skinny. Like, really skinny. He also had trouble walking to his bedroom... And I don't wanna hurt him more... I know you're no doctor, but..."

"No it's fine. Just because I'm not a doctor doesn't mean I can't help people. You say he's not eating?"

"Yeah..."

"That's reason enough for concern. If you try to get him to eat, does he panic at all?"

"Kinda, I can see it in his eyes, sort of."

"Okay. If you can get him to a clinic that would be great, before he hurts himself even more. No, Jimin, I'm not gonna have sex with you now I'm on the phone..."

"What?!?"

"Uh, sorry about that. Yeah get him to a clinic but don't try to force him. If he refuses to go, don't try to guilt trip him or anything. But don't let him get away with it, either. He could kill himself and you know that."

"Yeah, okay." Jungkook said, writing Yoongi's advice on a piece of paper, slipping it into his pocket. "Thanks for the help."

"Literally my job. Hope that helps. Okay Jimin who tops toda-" and Yoongi hung up.

Jungkook went back to the doorway of Taehyung's room. Taehyung seemed to be in a restless slumber, tossing and turning, mumbling words. One phrase came out clear to Jungkook, "help me, I can't keep on..." He trailed off into incoherent mumbling. I'm sorry Taehyung, I can't help you yet. Please agree with me when I say you need help... Please. Jungkook thought.

*
Two hours later, Jungkook was watching a movie on Netflix, waiting for Taehyung to wake up.

"J-jungkook?" Taehyung said, coming into the living room, trying to fix his bedhead.

"Yeah Taehyungie? What is it?"

"I feel terrible, and-" he swayed a little bit while talking.

"Yeah I agree, you look terrible," Jungkook said, getting up to help Taehyung to the couch.

As soon as Taehyung was sitting he seemed to recover a little. "Thanks a lot. I... I think I need..."

"Help? That's what you were muttering in your sleep," Jungkook put his arm around Taehyung, it went further around his waist than he thought it would.

"Well, I suppose yeah I do."

"Taehyung, while you were sleeping, I called Yoongi. Remember when we were in highschool and Jimin had anorexia? Yoongi coached him through getting better."

"Yeah, I remember that. How could that help me though?"

"Tae, Yoongi is really good at helping people. If you wanted to go to him-"

"No. I can't. Sorry Jungkook, but I just can't go. You know... After what happened."

"Oh. Right. I-I'm sorry, I almost forgot...."

"Don't. It's my problem not yours. Sorry, but I can't go there."

Jungkook was already thinking of possible ways to help Taehyung. The easiest way would be Yoongi coming to their house, but would that work? Would Taehyung need around-the-clock work that only a clinic could provide? What would happen if Taehyung got worse?

"If you can find a way for me to get better without going to one of those places, I'd do... I promise I'll get better." Taehyung had a look in his eyes that almost resembled pleading.

"I'll find a way, Tae, I promise." Jungkook said, hugging Tae.

"Thank you."

A/N perhaps I'll make a sequel? Idk yet. Thanks for the votes and comments, that's practically the only reason I write!