Food. One thing Wooyoung heated the most. It made him full with just one bite and the other history. One time he puked all the fried food he ate in lunch. Not being able to resist the bad feeling in his stomach. But what is worse that you parents telling you to eat.
You got thinner.
You got smaller look at you.
Do you even eat?
Your cousin has anorexia but you're not that bad.
And it hurts. It hurts so bad that elders and grown ups talk about how you lost weight or how you look better this way. It fucking hurts. Even if it's some other family member the words come towards you again.
Home was supposed to be a safe space right? No. Home is not a safe space. All the talk and the disappointment in your mom's eyes that she never voices unless you piss her out is a bad feeling.
"I know i should have studied more but do you ever feel the need to ask if i was in a good mental state" Wooyoung whispered. Laying in bed in his dark room. He should feel something but the void in his heart was too much to even care about his future.
"I wouldn't tell her anyway" he thought. Scrolling on his phone.
You should just die
The voice in his head whispered.
You should just die
You should just die
No one likes you
You are a disappointment
But no. He can't just die like that. He has responsibilities to do. He has achievements to continue. But he wasn't supposed to come to this world. It was all a surprise to his parents and older brother. He wasn't planned.
So why didn't his mom said no and just did abortion? Because the doctor said no. The doctor said that he can't go to waste and be born.
Now being the main stress ball of his mom and dad. Not in a good way.
As he mixed the chocolate power with hot milk it looked good. It was morning in a blink. Time goes fast.
Now Wooyoung is dreading today but not stressing much because he is too numb to even care about a thing today. Maybe even tomorrow.
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