Hoseok hated himself. All he could see was fat.
Fat
Fat
Fat
Fat
Fat
Fa-
There was a knock on the door.
"Hobi?" Yoongi called, "Can you open the door? You've been in there for a long time."
Quickly, he stepped off the scale, slipped on his sweatshirt, and made as if he was washing his hands. Then he opened the door and started to walk past Yoongi.
Before he could rush away, though, Yoongi grabbed his arm, his eyes widening at how skinny his wrist was.
"H-hobi..." Yoongi looked at him desperately, eyes tearing up.
"What have you done to yourself?"
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My friend Ana
Short Story"I met a girl who's name is Ana; I've heard she ruins lives."
