Burning || Han Jisung Centric

chapter 1.

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
Pretending to be strong and not sick.
┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

I intensely stared at the image of myself in the mirror right in front of my eyes, scanning every inch of it like I always used to do.

the puffy cheeks featuring my face looked flushed than ever; was it because of the little work-out session of three hours and a half I had finished ten minutes before? no clue.

I then looked down, at my squishy sides; besides 'em my hands were shaking from the... adrenaline; were they perhaps shaking from the big urge to punch the image of myself? this could have been a potential reason.

I immediately looked up again; I looked up right under my head where wet drops were gliding along the skin of my neck; maybe I had sweated too much while working out.

I looked up once again, for the last time, straight into the reflection of my big almond shaped eyes; rummaging into that reflection I saw nothing but... emptiness; maybe it was because of my blurred vision or probably it was because all my sentiments were as blank as my facial expression. I was tired. that's all. nothing more, nothing less. just...

tired.

was I lying to myself? surely I was.

the drops that had made their way along the skin of my neck, turned out to be the tears that had managed to escape from my red, swollen, tired eyes, and that had traveled along the skin of my hot cheeks sliding down to my sweaty collarbone covered by one of Changbin Hyung's black hoodies.

I eventually decided to stop staring at the mirror, into the reflection.

I no longer could recognise myself.

I walked out the gym's bathroom
and back into the weight room,

just five more minutes.

all I needed was to burn it.

to burn that extra weight.