He knew it was unhealthy, he saw how fast the numbers were dropping, he saw his skin drying out, he saw how tired he felt. But it was too late.
He was addicted.
He ate one meal a day, consisting of half a cup of cooked rice, a few vegetables, some chicken, and an apple.
He purged anything else he ate, though he rarely cheated. Sometimes he even skipped his daily meal.
On the day he reached 136 pounds, Yoongi was getting a little worried about his roommate. It looked as if he'd lost a lot of weight. He had been spending a lot of time in his studio, and he told them he was eating there. But was he?
He went down the hall and knocked on the door, and Hoseok opened.
He looked exhausted.
His lips were cracked, his hair was ruffled, his sweatshirt was rumpled, but he still smiled tiredly.
"Yes hyung? Did you need something?"
Yoongi stared in shock. How had he let this happen?
"Are you okay, Hoseok?"
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My friend Ana
Short Story"I met a girl who's name is Ana; I've heard she ruins lives."
