KIDULT (SEVENTEEN FF)

Insecurity

"Myungho why are you still not getting it? It's been over an hour. They are waiting for you.", said the choreographer calmly yet sternly

"I'm sorry.", he apologized while he bowed.

"It's okay let's try again.", DK tried to lighten up the atmosphere.

They again start practicing the choreography. But again he messed up the choreography.

"Not again.", the choreographer surely got frustrated.

Minghao, DK and Mingyu has been practicing their 97z line performance and The8 has been messing the choreography continuously.

"I'm sorry. I will-"

"No need. Everyone pack up.", and surely it was late. They've been practicing for the last 6 hours and the background dancers are also tired by now. Minghao looked not so focused his mind was somewhere else making him make mistakes from the beginning.

"I hope you get this step by tomorrow. Everyone, practice dismissed."

Mingyu and DK started packing their things up.

"I will stay to practise.", The8 said.

"Ok but don't be late.", DK spoke.

"Take it easy you got it.", Mingyu said patting the younger's shoulder.

Then both of them left.

Few hours later.......

"Arg... What's wrong with you? Why can't you get it?", he said to himself.

He slammed his hand on the sink. Then he slowly slid down the sink crying out.

He doesn't cry this easily it's just a sasaeung of Mingyu who's been stalking him all the way and making negative comments about him to make him feel degraded and she somehow succeeded too.

He again returned to the dance room and started practicing.

It's been an hour and at the end he was able to perfect his performance.

He fell down on the floor with a loud thud panting. He was feeling a burning pain in his shoulder but he was too caught up in catching his breaths that he didn't notice. He fell asleep there.

Someone is throwing up in the washroom. He just had his dinner but here he's throwing while his two fingers were pushed inside his throat. He kept throwing up until bile came out. After throwing up he slid down the wall panting while his stomach twisted.

"Seungkwan.", Vernon called out.

It took a lot of energy just to respond.

"Yes."

"Are you alright?", his voice contained concern.

"Yes."

"Then what's taking you so long?"

"Nothing I was just taking a shower."

"Okay come fast.", he spoke and left from there.

Mingyu closed his phone after scrolling for an hour. He sighed heavily looking at the sleeping toddler infront of him. He got up from the bed and went to infront of the mirror. He stared at himself for who knows how long. He closed his eyes as a tear slipped down his right cheek. As much as he wanted to show the outside world he doesn't care, he cares about the most. He held his head tightly while all those comments in Instagram were roaming around in his mind. His head throbbed with pain while he coughed out loud. He felt like vomiting. He ran to the bathroom, he bent down infront of the basin while he gagged but nothing came out. It's been a few weeks he's been feeling like vomiting out of nowhere. After trying a lot still nothing came out, he splashed water on his face. He wiped his face and when he was about to hold the door knob he felt a sudden wave of dizziness in him. He blacked out for a moment while he sat down leaning over the wall. A sudden pain tinged in his stomach, he coughed out loud this time. He wanted to make as much as less sound possible but the fatigue in his body was not helping him at all. He covered his mouth with his hand as his coughing was not anywhere near to stop. After a few minutes when his breathing got stable and his cough also stopped he looked at his right hand with which he was covering his mouth. It was covered with blood. His eyes widened looking at it. He got up up from the floor and quickly staring at the mirror, his lips' corners had blood and he could taste his own blood in his mouth. He stared at his hand then at himself. He was so engaged in looking at himself that he didn't even notice a voice was calling him.