New year, new opportunities he would like to think. He could possibly get a raise this year for having working at the same dance company for the past 10 years. However for this year he only let his condition worsen. By allowing himself to starve from dinner to dinner trying his best to hid it from Yoongi and others.
So at breakfast when yoongi makes rice he usually sets out a container with rice. He would scopp out nearly all of his rice then stabbing it in to the one in the glass box to make it look like he has eaten. As for meat he would only grab small portions. If had to eat more he would shake his leg underneath the table to fasten his metabolism.
The afternoon Jimin was taking a break on his couch after nearly spraining his ankle in the attempt of doing a certain jump. So he laid there casually scrolling through he company group chat and random videos on any social media platform possible.
The high ding was soon heard
Lil meow meow
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Im guessing you forgot where my dance studio is
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Well okay its right across that one haunted coffee shop but be careful when you enter because their can get agressive
This is why I love you omg
Well damn am I flattered now why are you heading to the studio
Hoseok....
Bruh Hoseok probs tryin to fuck some girl you wont find him there.
Well never though of that
Hold up question????
Whats my name in your phone?
Well would you look at that I broke my shit bye babe love ya see ya in hell 💨💨
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