Therapy

Eleven

Hoseok, despite promising Yoongi he was trying to get better, wasn't even attempting.
He didn't like eating.
He hated it, actually.
If he did eat, he would go to the bathroom and throw it all back up.
He didn't want to lie to Yoongi, but he needed Yoongi to stay out of this.
Hoseok hated the way he looked.
He's a dancer; he's not supposed to be overweight.
Hoseok sighed, taking a sip of water.
That's all he's been surviving on for as long as he can remember.
He's been like this for so long he's almost forgotten how to eat.
He sighed quietly, staring at himself in the mirror.
He hated himself with a passion.
He was only keeping himself alive for Yoongi.
He knew Yoongi needed someone there to support him, and Hoseok seemed to be the right person for that.
If it wasn't for Yoongi, Hoseok wouldn't be alive right now.
It was one good thing about Yoongi refusing to stop cutting.
It kept Hoseok alive so he could stop Yoongi from doing that.
The two were best friends by now.
It just made Hoseok feel even more guilty; he was lying to his best friend.
It wasn't as easy as it sounds.
Hoseok needed saving, but he didn't think he had anyone to save him.

Sorry that the updates short I'm kinda getting ready for school as I wrote it