Nct Dream |Instagram| [Nomin , Markhyuck , Chensung]

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Donghyuck woke up in his bed due to someone softly moving his hair from his forehead.

"Jaemin?" He looked to his right to see Jaemin sitting on his bed, his voice scaring him slightly. It was almost gone, his throat hurt so bad. Probably from all the abuse between the toothbrush, screaming and stomach acid. "What are you doing here?"

"Mark..." Jaemin's voice was soft, fragile even. "Mark called me and told me what happened."

Donghyuck groaned or well...tried to but it came out like a squeak as he put his hands over his face.

"Hyuckie, I know you probably don't want to talk about it...but I need you to," Jaemin grabbed one of Donghyucks hands in his own, giving it a light squeeze.

"Where is Mark?" Donghyuck asked, leaning over so he could rest his head on Jaemins stomach, throwing one of his arms around Jaemin.

"I sent him with Jeno to go get soup ingredients so I can make it for your throat," Jaemin combed his fingers through Donghyucks hair. "Its a good time for us to talk before I make you not talk to rest it."

There was a moment of silence before Donghyuck took a deep breath.

This was Jaemin. He could ask or say anything to Jaemin. They have been best friends since diapers. Jaemin would be honest with him.

He wasn't lying when he said it, Jaemin was his favorite. Jaemin was the sweetest one out of their group. He knew Jaemin like the back of his hand. He trusts Jaemin. He cares about Jaemin. He loves Jaemin. They were eachothers safe zone.

"Jaeminnie...I-" Donghyuxk let his voice crack, he quickly squeezed his eyes shut. Jaemin just kept running his fingers through his hair, willing to wait for the older to speak.

"I'm not enough," Donghyuck finally said. "I've been throwing up my food, every single day since the last basketball game I went to. I saw all those cheerleaders and I just couldn't help but compare myself i just-"

Donghyuck let his tears run down again.  Jaemin used his free hand to wipe his tears with his thumb, still not speaking he knew that donghyuck wasn't finished.

"-i hate myself in the mirror. My stupid chubby face and my fat stomach. I hate how big my waist is and how ugly my hair looks. I saw, I saw Mark talking to the head cheerleader and then he....he smiled. I wished I was her. She looks perfect. I want to be perfect too. I started eating less and less and I kept working out more and more and then I passed out and got sick in gym. Then we went to the arcade and then Lucas thought me and Mark were dating and he seemed so disgusted and I just couldn't stop analyzing all the things he said and then i got home and it made me think. I-i just thought maybe all of you were, were, starting to see all my flaws and none of you actually like me. I-i love you all and I just want to be good enough for you....good enough for everyone....good enough for Mark, I broke last night Jaeminnie. I tried so hard-"

Donghyuck cried for a while as Jaemin kept running his fingers through his hair. Lightly scratching his scalp as a reward when he tried to calm himself down. He knew Donghyuck didn't like immediate comfort with words. They kept this going until Mark and Jeno called from the kitchen.

"Jaemin-ah, we got everything."

Jaemins fingers froze.

Donghyuck looked up and Jaemin looked angry, worried and sad all at the same time.

"I'll be back bby," Jaemin got up and slowly made his way to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind him.

He ignored the two boys as he immediately went to the grocery bags and started working on making the soup.