Stray Kids Angst Collection

Hate comments (HyunjinxSengmin)

I'm listening to Gentleman by Psy and am not able to focus on my work haha, its way too catchy. I've been really busy with college work to write, but also I developed a webtoon addiction, I won't try to justify myself :) I'm sorry for not updating in so long. Also, this story has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I think since 2 Kids Room, it took me so long to know how to continue(an excuse,a poor one). Any how I'm back. Hiiiiiiiii

This story feels like it's very lacking, so sorry in advance :]

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T/W Overwork, anxiety, stress, cyber bullying, mild bad language, panic attack?

He sat there staring at the blank canvas, paintbrush in his hand.

He wasn't really focused on what he was doing. He felt kind of sick. He just sat there blankly.

The words played across his head.

'He's too thin to be healthy. Is he not eating?'

'Hyunjin is so famished, I get that he's the visual and he gets pressured to maintain his appearance, but he's pushing this too far.'

'Puh-lease- he is so obviously anorexic. Stop trying to be fake and pretending you're naturally so thin.'

'Your health is important too not only your body.'

'His face lost all the baby fat, and he doesn't look so pretty anymore.'

'He doesn't look good. I want the old Hyunjin back.'

'Skeleton! Somebody throw him out of Stray Kids, he's nothing but a pretty face, and with all the weight he's losing from a dumb eating disorder, he's not even that. Such an attention seeker, GOD!'

The words were too loud for him to be able to focus on the painting. He put the paint brush away and decided to practice some choreo. He changed and went to the JYP dance studio. He decided to practice some old dances.

Looking through the old Skz songs, he came across the song 'Voices'.

He was halfway through the song when he couldn't remember some of the steps.

He couldn't remember.

He took out his phone and looked through an old performance video.

Recalling the steps, he started again from the beginning.

He got stuck again. How did it go? He couldn't remember.

He couldn't fucking remember. He couldn't remember this choreo? He had only danced a hundred times before. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he remember?

A tear slowly made its way down his cheek. He sat down heavily.

He wasn't doing anything to lose weight. He thought he looked fine. He didn't understand why the comments were so obsessed with giving him anorexia. He was fine, he even ate more than any of the other members. He didn't understand at all.

Exhausted by the thoughts flying around in his mind, he shook himself back into reality. He realised he hadn't turned off the song blaring out from the speakers. It was a pretty good song that didn't get the credit it deserved, and at that moment it was only too relatable. He got up, and with a sigh, started practicing the choreo until he eventually got it right. He decided to wind up with 'Maniac' when he got a phone call from Seungmin.

'Hello?'

'Where are you?'

'I'm at the practice room.'