Dreaming boys

★The call of void💌

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Jungsu pov

I was Jungsu, the most popular boy in school. Everyone knew my name, which echoed through the hallways, accompanied by admiring glances and sighs of admiration. It was a role I had mastered with skill: a combination of beauty, intelligence, and a natural charisma that drew everyone to me like bees to flowers. I was an egocentric type, but deep down I bore the weight of wanting to be perfect, indeed, I was almost perfect.

My life was running smoothly until a new boy made his appearance. He was like a living work of art, with perfect features and a slim figure that would make any runway model envious. Despite my social skills and charm, I couldn't ignore the fact that people began to turn their attention towards him, quickly forgetting me.

My life was based on compliments and the attention of others. It was a hard blow to my ego, accustomed to being the center of attention. I felt as if a lightning bolt had torn through my perfect world, leaving me in the dark. I was determined to regain my place of prominence, but something was different this time, something whispered to me that this was not just a matter of popularity. I was changing, my body was changing. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. If before I felt beautiful and carried the weight of being almost perfect, now I felt far from even mediocrity. I was disgusted with myself and, despite going on a diet, I saw my body always at the same point.

At home, my parents were becoming more and more oppressive. They didn't realize it at first, but I did. I was aware of being at war with food, a battle I fought alone in the dark corners of my mind. Every meal was a battlefield, every bite a test of strength against the enemy that threatened to swallow me whole.

As time passed, the new arrival at school was not just a social rival, but a reflection of my own inner demons. My relationship with food became increasingly complicated, a dark labyrinth in which I got lost more and more each day. I stopped eating and, when I was forced to do so, food became my enemy. My stomach became a prison, and I desperately tried to escape.

Vomiting became my dark ritual. Every time my mind felt suffocated under the weight of my obsessions, I was tempted to give in to the temptation of purification through vomiting. And so, while the world continued to spin around me, I was stuck in a body that was about to die, seeking help as I slowly fell into the void.

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