It's a boyband. But...not what you're expecting.
You expect anything else but three boys in skirts rocking the stage with not only their voices but their looks. But apparently you can't be stunning in silence because they've accidentally gotten them...
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"Jisung! Come eat!" Chans voice was muffled through the door of his somewhat messy bedroom. Well, in his eyes it wasn't messy, just a little cluttered. He had a lot of things to store.
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He was laid on his light blue silk sheets, two hours before they were supposed to leave for the show. He was feeling slightly nervous, a small pit in his stomach as the thought of eating made me nauseous.
'No. I'm not going to eat or I'll throw up. Though I'm probably sick with anxiety and not eating...I should eat....no, I'm good.'
He wasn't dressed yet, in a simple pair of underwear after a warm shower and he couldn't be bothered to dress himself yet.
"I'm not hungry." He yelled back, brushing his fringe out of his face as he stared down at his phone.
Social media was the worst place to scroll through. So much hate. So much shit that he knew would be so bad for his mental health.
But he was drawn back into the spider web anyways, his thumb a magnet to his screen as he doom-scrolled.
He should be getting ready for his special stage. He should be eating right now, but for some reason he wouldn't allow himself to.
He heard the door open, two sets of feet approaching him fast as he rolled on his side. Minho was the first on him, wrapping his hands around his waist as he rested beside him in the bed.
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