collarbones || yang jeongin

pito

The broken expressions

on my members faces,

highlighted by the sirens, 

reminded me of when 

I stopped loving life.

I had been there.

When Minho and Chan were talking.

After fasting for the past 3 days,

my thoughts were foggy,

my vision hazy,

and my heart felt like it was going to

escape from the horrid body that 

hosted it.

I had decided I will just eat something small

to not gain back what I've just spent 3 days

scraping off.

Just before I turn the corner to head into the kitchen however,

I hear what they are talking about.

My blood ran cold.

"...There's no fat on him anymore. His

clothing are getting so loose, even 

Jeongin's are bigger."

I clapped my hand to my mouth

as I felt the bile run up my throat.

I knew they were talking about Jisung.

"I know Minho..."

My feet moved faster

than my brain could even process.

I tumbled down the hallway into the bathroom,

immediately kneeing down in front of the toilet.

I gagged from the rustic taste of the bile as 

I threw up what my stomach didn't have.

Rustic?

Blood greeted me.

I unconsciously rub the

slits that decorate my wrists,

hidden under my long sleeve.

Grabbing hold of one of Jisung's

cold, limp hand, I place it over

my cuts.

Relief floods me.

The other members were too worried with Jisung to notice the mania that began to take a hold of their youngest.