WDW bxb stories pt. 2

Body image - Jorbyn

Type: fluff
Warnings: anxiety attack
Wc: 2729

🧸✨ don't let anybody rain on your parade

Third person

Corbyn laid in his bed, looking through the endless comments on his most recent Instagram post that pointed out his flaws. He had noticed that recently there had been a lot more hate directed towards him, saying he's ugly and he doesn't deserve to be in the band. He wasn't sure why it came out of nowhere, but it was affecting his mental and physical health.

Corbyn has felt physically drained ever since the hate started, he was constantly checking his comments and he tried to "better" himself, but that made it worse. He began working out every day, he would work out until he collapsed, he would work out until his muscles could no longer hold the weight of his own body.

None of the other boys in the band knew about this, Corbyn would often work out at night when everyone was asleep.

It was currently 1 am and Corbyn was in the backyard working out. He was currently working on arms, he had already finished abs, legs, and cardio. He was almost two hours into the workout.

He didn't even notice when the back door opened.

"Corbyn?" Jonah questioned. Corbyn continued bench pressing the weight. "Corbyn, what are you doing?"

"Working out," Corbyn answered bluntly.

"Obviously, but why at one in the morning?" He got no answer. He could tell Corbyn was getting tired, but he didn't stop. "Corbyn, stop, you're tired."

"No, I'm not."

"Your arms look like they're going to give out any second," Jonah argued. Corbyn once again ignored him. Jonah walked over to Corbyn and grabbed the bar from him, pulling it upwards and back onto the rack.

Corbyn's arms slumped down at his side.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"If you didn't stop you would've dropped the weight on yourself."

"So? It's not like it hasn't happened before," Corbyn mumbled. Jonah was shocked, first, he found Corbyn working out in the middle of the night, now he found out he's dropped weights on himself because of exhaustion.

"Corb, sit up."

Corbyn hesitantly sat up and turned so his legs were off the side of the bench press platform. Jonah sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug, and that's when Corbyn broke down.

"Shh Corbs, I'm here, it's okay," Jonah soothed. Corbyn clung to Jonah as if his life depended on it. "It's okay bub."

"They all hate me, Jo, they tell me I don't deserve you guys, I don't know what I did wrong," Corbyn sobbed.

"Who's saying that sweetheart?" Jonah questioned.

"The fans," Corbyn cried. Jonah frowned, he knew Corbyn had been getting more hate recently, but he didn't think it was affecting him this badly.

"They're not true fans bub, the real fans love and support you every single day. Ignore the haters."

"I try, I try so hard but it's everywhere Jo, they find me everywhere."