𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

🥡𝐎𝐍𝐄🥡

Sitting in the corner of his bedroom, he let out a sigh. His face against the wall as he tried his best to not make any sound, his mother would surely hear it again. He opened the pill bottle and with shaking and almost panic-stricken fingers he felt the familiar texture of the two capsules. The fingers hurriedly brought them to his mouth where he popped them in and he swallowed them without water.

Standing up discreetly, he tiptoed to where the bag lay; the pill bottle went back to their place and he walks away to go back inside his room where he opened his cigarette box. Putting it in his mouth, he let out a vexed sigh when he couldn't find the lighter.

The door opened and he looked at his mother, "You're going to smoke that and no more food for you. We need you to lose some weight, Dan got us a pageant in California where you will attend. Tomorrow we are leaving so that we arrive at Los Angeles County in the afternoon, unfortunately, the pageant is in Compton, fortunately, I found us a mansion in the rich parts of the city. You can't eat anything for the next 48 hours, if you're hungry take two pills or smoke another cigarette they are working miracles you won't be hungry for hours." He nods as he catches the pills his mother throws at him. He hears her walk away while screaming at his brother.

He sighs and he looks around his room, he laughs for a reason he doesn't know before vehemently denying that the pills were taking their effects. He walked outside of his room and he looked around for a moment before almost sluggishly running to the fridge. Opening it he grabbed a bowl and put some cherries into it.

Cautiously he walked back to his room and he closed the door, quickly sitting on the ground to eat the flavorful cherries. He almost moaned at the taste, it had been almost two days ago since he had eaten.

When his mother had gone to the place where she usually went to buy him the MDMA's she'd feed him so that he could lose weight. He'd try to have a snack or two without her noticing.

When he finished he walked back to where he had been sitting on his bed and took off his shirt.

He only wore a pair of panties, his mother had made him use them since a young age when he first started competing. He grew to like them, they were the only pleasure he had, and the happiness he would feel when he'd be able to choose and order the designs was phenomenal.

He stares at his figure and pinched his stomach, he could see that there still was a little bit of fat around his abs, his arms were getting a little thinner but they were toned. His thighs were the one thing he loathed. He didn't like the fatness of them nor did he like the pale color of the skin. It made him look fat and he didn't like it one bit, but it was part of his workout to make his leg muscles pop when he walked when in reality it would just be leg fat.

The door of his room opened when he was putting on his clothing, his brother walked in.

"What's it, Jake?" He asked the sixteen-year-old who stared at him for a moment.

He handed him something and then walked out of the room without a word. Jungkook looked at his hand and he almost burst out in tears when he saw that it had been ice cream.

He stared at it for a moment and then he set it down on his desk. He stared at it as if though it was a fiendish creature who wanted nothing else but to murder him.

He wouldn't stop it if he was honest.

He threw the ice cream in his trash can and he looked back at the final cherry on his plate. He had lost his appetite and he knew that it would take two days to regain it because of the intoxicating drugs and cigarettes his mother was feeding him to keep him skinny.

Someone knocked on his door and his mother walked in. She set a pile of papers on his desk.

"Look through the script, act it out, memorize it, and then tell me so that I can record you and send a video to the director. We have found a new movie for you, oh and tomorrow wear something classy yet laid back, there are going to be a lot of your fangirls. I can't have them seeing you like you just came out of a dumpster." She says and she walks out of the room.

Jungkook sits on his bed and he quietly looks out of the window of his room. Soft hands touch the walls of his room, the room is white with gold linen. Everything is rare and pretty, so many diamonds in his room.

He feels ungrateful, he hates the life he lives. It's annoying at times when he walks into his home, at times he can't help but laugh when he sees that his parents didn't work for this, it had been him.

He opened the door of his room and he made eye contact with his mother.

"Can I go outside?" He asks, she looks at her watch and she sighs shaking her head.

"It's almost nine, you need to sleep. You can watch your phone for ten minutes." He nods and walks back inside his room, he lays down and he opens his phone. He looks through some YouTube videos. Most of the time he is on Twitter checking some news about him when his eyes stop on a comment he almost begins to cry, but he doesn't instead he opens his nightstand and he lights up another cigarette until it is no more. He puts it on the ashtray and he tries to sleep but his mind is still on the comment.

He should lose some weight, he's been looking chubbier.