𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞

Hungry

Hungry; feeling or displaying the need of food.

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Namjoon wanted to cry. But instead he held it in.

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It was dance practice and it seemed him starving for 3 weeks began taking a toll on him. He himself hadn't noticed and neither had his members but he felt sick.

He felt awful.

His body became weak and frail. His bones poking out of his now thin skin. But Namjoon was happy.

Dark clouds surround his mind and whispered sweet nothings in his ears telling him how well he was doing.

How the members and Army would be proud.

And he believed it.

Even when he collapsed every now and then and his knees were covered in bruises he kept going. Not like anyone noticed it. Namjoon was just so good at lying.

So damn good.

It was time for dance practice and he felt like he had been through hell and back. His body burned and he felt so out of breath when the dance started even though he knew he could last way longer.

Sweat dripped on his face and his knees just couldn't anymore. Namjoon's knees buckled causing him to drop on the floor.

Great, he collapsed again.

"NAMJOON!" Were the words that kept ringing through his ears as he laid limp on the floor.

There were arms wrapping around him and he smiled at the warmth and snuggled up against the arm.

People came rushing inside and dragged him away.

But he didn't mind. He wanted a break.

Yet he missed the warmth that wrapped him in a soft blanket cuddling him away from the darkness.

It was just like his thoughts.