"Wake up mini Kookie!" Yoongi threw a pillow at your bunk in an attempt to get you up and then he went through to the kitchen.

You called back "I'm already awake!"

You had been awake for a while but you hadnt wanted to get out of your warm bed. You were on tour with your older brother, Jungkook, and his band, BTS.

Tonight was the last show. You sat up and fumbled for your long sleeved cardigan, slipped it on, making sure that it covered your arms. You jumped out of bed and went through to the kitchen where the boys were. 

The smell of fresh pancakes hit you and you felt your stomach clench in disgust. You didnt want anyone to know that you were starving yourself, so you just poured yourself some orange juice and then went through to the lounge.

You mumbled few mornings to the boys and sat next to Kookie. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. You felt his fingers cover almost your whole arm.

He cocked his head towards you. “You’ve lost too much weight. Are you okay (Y/N)?” He asked with that brotherly warmth in his voice. 

You slowly pulled back from him and sat straight. “Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

You have told this lie so many times that you had started to believe it yourself. He looked like he was about to say something else, but he got cut off by Seokjin. "Hey y/n do you want some breakfast?"

You shook your head quickly and gave your excuse: "no thanks, I got up earlier and ate". 

You excused yourself from the room and went back to your bunk where you resumed reading your book After a minute you could hear voices outside your door.You couldn’t help but focus on them when they mentioned your name.

“No – telling you – there – wrong” you could tell that it was Jungkook speaking, and his voice was occasionally rising and then going down again. You slowly got up and went closer to the door. It wasn’t fully open. You stood behind it and listened.

“I’ve never seen her like this Jungkook.” Youu think this was Jimin talking now. “Maybe she’s just feeling down?” he suggested.

Jungkook scoffed. “For this long? And how about the cardigans? She used to HATE them, why would she wear them now? In the summer? I can barely even wear a shirt.” He was still trying to keep his voice down.

“Have any of you seen her eating during the whole tour?”

Everybody stayed quiet. Apparently they were whether shaking their heads or they just didn’t say anything. You heard footsteps walking away so you went back to your bed and searched for your headphones. There was a soft knock on the door.

It was Kookie. "Hey y/n. You are coming to the show tonight right?"

You looked at him. "Of course I am. I wouldn't miss it."

You smiled to show him you were fine. 
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This show had one of the biggest crowds you had ever seen. Even though you had seen the boys perform a thousand times, you never got sick of seeing them doing what they do best, you never got sick of the feeling of pure pride that Jeon Jungkook was your big brother.

The staff had started to bring fans backstage to meet the band. That was when two girls came to you.

“Hey, aren’t you the sister of Jungkook? "

“Um…yeah, that’s me.” you spoke, almost whispering. You were not very good with people. 

“No wonder why nobody likes you” she said. “She is disgusting” her friend added. And then they walked away.

You felt the warmth on your eyes down to your cheeks. You just stood there for a minute and then ran to the bus. They thought that you were disgusting. They were right. You were an emotional wreck and nobody could change that.

You ran onto the tour bus and ran to the bathroom and pulled the box that you hid under the sink. Your fingers hit the cold edges in dismay. It wasn’t there. You looked around some more; maybe you put it somewhere else. You went back to the bunk area and looked under your pillow and then bed, andthen you opened your clothing bags and searched in them too. 

"Looking for this?" Jungkook had appeared in the doorway, but you were more focused on what was in his hand. It was your razor.

You didn’t say anything. You gave up and slumped on the floor. You couldn’t bear to look at him so you started to stare at the floor. A minute later you felt him kneeling down and sitting beside you.

“Look. I’m not going to look at your arms or force food down to your throat.” He turned his head to you.

You lifted your face to him but you couldnt focus.

“You can’t do this to yourself Y/N. I won’t let you anymore. Look at yourself, are you happy with this? Please. You are my baby sister and I'm supposed to protect you. Don’t do this. I know it’s not easy but if you are willing, me and the boys are ready to help you.” 

After a minute you grabbed him and hugged him like you had never hugged him before. If you were going to fail, it would be by trying.