Thinner

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Incorrect.
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"Anorexia huh? That explains why you look like the walking dead" he chuckled, throwing the bag filled with stuff on the floor.

The doctors didn't lie when they said he'd been provided with his own room, it actually felt nice having that privilege. He feared having to share with someone else, but nonetheless, he was here, and he didn't know for how long.

"Thanks for coming with my stuff..by the way....how in the world did you even manage to get in?" He asked As he picked up the bag scanning through the belongings.

"Eh, easy enough, I just broke your window" he shrugged, jumping onto the hospital bed chuckling. "So Mr.Skeleton how long are you going to be staying here for?".

"I don't know..I might get a clear answer soon, but I don't know anything..I feel kind of deserted" he complained as he placed not only clothes but belongings aswell on one of the tables.

The amount he has opened up about his personal life to that doctor earlier, made him feel as if he shared too much in such a short period of time. Talking behind his parents back about them, and lost likely getting them in trouble made his whole body shiver, praying he won't ever get hurt again. Yet his mind was also preoccupied with another bothering thing. His official diagnosis, it made him a bit upset..yet sort of relieved at the same time, knowing that there might be a way..to feel less shitty about himself. Though he felt comforted with not eating, he didn't mind avoiding it, yet to them here..it sounded as if he was going to die sooner or later if he didn't eat.

"Man, you really aren't okay are ya?" Hajun smirk dropped from his face as he stood up from the bed, looking concerned at the younger who simply shrugged in response.

"I don't know what okay is..at this point I don't know anything. I'm not here for fun and games Hajun. I don't want to be here at all" he commented calmly as he unpacked some if his clothes from a separate bag.

"Atleast you won't have to borrow my notes anymore hm? I believe it's a win win situation for me".

Jeongin stood dumbfounded as he turned to look at the latter with a sharp glare. They weren't friends, but they weren't exactly enemies either. They had their fair shares of conversation, they had deals they made purely to take advantage of one another.

"Is that seriously the only thing you worry about in your life? It was because I had to walk so much front and back that I passed out and ended here, just to do you a favor for another in return" he snared, feeling slight offense to Hajun's words.

"I mean..maybe it was a sign? If you couldn't even walk the smallest distance without collapsing, I'm pretty dang sure you needed help" he smiled innocently, causing the younger to roll his eyes.

"Can you turn around while I get changed?" He asked, holding onto an oversized beige sweater, waiting for the older to comply to his request.

Hajun sighed as he turned around, earning a small word of gratitude while Jeongin slipped into the sweater. He let the hospital gown fall to the floor helplessly, while he slipped on some baggy overalls over his sweater. He looked down at himself to approve of the look, before nodding to himself in approval.

"D-did you see my parents while you were in my room?" He asked, as he watched Hajun turn around.

"No, but I could hear them a lot, your moms moans are not the biggest turn on for sure" Jeongin grimaced as he listened to explanations Hajun came with, feeling rather uncomfortable with the comment.

"I really don't need to know that" he sighed.

"So...are we done here? Can I be permitted to go back and do my business for once..in peace?" He complained.

Jeongin chuckled as he nodded his head in approval, accepting that he would be quite alone from now on..which felt kind of unsettling. He watched as the older left in a hurry, making feel more shameful for even asking for a favor to begin with.

He looked around the room he'd be staying in for a while. Trying to visually get used to it. His eyes scurried over the windows and the door, which sadly didn't provide a lock..he could always improvise.

The silence became heavy as he sat in the quiet yet noise filled room..it was much more calmer up here, than in the other room. It brought a sense of comfort, though he couldn't help but to feel extremely guilty for still exposing his family to strangers he just met. It was something that ate him up, something that made him want to cry and apologize for.

It felt like he had to be thankful that his father wasn't near him...so that he could avoid the beatings and the harsh, vulgar language. So he could avoid the hatred both of his parents held for him. It shocked him to the core just thinking about staying here, he preffered his room with his bed, his blankets that kept him warm through cold and heartless nights. He missed everything he found bittersweet, and yet he hasn't even been away from it for that long.

Maybe it was to thought of possibly never seeing those things he used to wrap his head around ever again, maybe he was just insensitive and overthinking everything.

The silence that penetraded his ears made him feel rather panicked and insane, rather than complete calm. But it was better than the room prior to this one, and he could settle down on the bed comfortingly enough to maybe get through a night or two.

Terrifying as it sounded to naked ears. He still couldn't believe it took that doctor barely just a paper work filled with his hand writing, to conclude a possible diagnosis and putting him somewhere 'safe'. But he felt so unsafe with that thought, it made him tense, almost wanting craddle up and cry in despair.

The despair that seemed to hold him even closer now.