He ended up never looking at that DM in his inbox. He knew that it was yoongi but his body still told him that he shouldn't check it. Instead of checking the message check yourself in the mirror.
He wasn't happy. How can he gain so much over the course of a week? He had a performance to prepare for that week he cant look this big on stage.
"Have you ever see a big profetional dancer? No, our body are important you need to have as much lean muscle as possible."
The words still echo through his head like that one annoying song that thhe beat keeps playing over and over again.
He wasn't in control of the situation. Control, all he wanted was to control this. Take a grasp of it. If he cant control his parents perception on him then this is his only reliver. Dont get him wrong he loves his family. Its just to hard. To hard on his heart,his head.
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