fudanshi yoongi.

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as far as yoongi could remember, he actually wasn't this thin.

but why the hell is the mirror showing him the otherwise?

his side profile was perfectly sculpted, there weren't any double chins stacked at his neck. the clothes he wore yesterday's night seemed so loose on him as if he intentionally bought oversized pyjamas. his fingers were skinny, veins popping and oh, did yoongi forget to mention that he feels like he's ageing backwards?

everything was so foreign to yoongi and that scared him. what would everyone's reaction be after his sudden long disappearance in school? would they provoke him? would the teachers punish him? would people still tease his weight and call him bulimic because of it?

knock! knock! knock!

"yoongi, what are you up to? hurry up, you're gonna run late!" mrs min screamed from the other side, banging on his door. the poor boy tensed at the noise as he fleetly packed his school bag, wearing it. "i'm coming." yoongi opened the door, meeting the gaze of his mother who gasped in awe. noticing the nihilism in her eyes, discomfort overwhelmed him. he had to leave before he's so sure that his mother was going on a ruckus on his weight loss.

"yoongi, how come are you-"

before she gets to say anything, yoongi ninja dashed away into thin air.

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a/n: sorry for this shitty beginning. i swear it gets interesting!

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