Being Idol Being Perfect (Hoshi X Woozi)

Chapter 1: Routine

A few words beforehand . . .
I'm german so there might be some mistakes, but I hope that there are not so many 😅
This is pure fiction if you don't like it don't read it.
And last but not least I want to put out a TW for this ff. There are themes such as eating dissorder and depression, if yourself is struggeling with one of thoses things this story might not be for you. But that's fine keep care of yourself and maby find another story you're comftable reading with 💜

Hope you enjoy your reading

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The arlarm goes of it's 4 a.m..

Jihoon is croaling out of his bed, his short, blond hair is pressed flat against his head. As he walks to his door he crosses a mirror, he got bags under his eyes and lifts his shirt a little. You can nearly see his rips when he breaths in.

He takes the measuring tape and puts is around his waist "70 centi. .", he mumbles. Jihoon wrote it down at a paper hanging at his mirror, it starts at 98 centimeters as a goal it says 55 centimeters.

He is making his way to the shower, letting warm water rolling down his back and turning it ice cold shortly before he gets out just to feel more awake.

Jihoon is putting some clothes on. An oversized hoodie and some sweatpants.

Then he goes in the kitchen and opens the fridge he bearly has food in it, mostly friuts or vegetables. He takes one strawberry and closes the fridge again.

He graps a waterbottle puts it in his bag together with some clothes to change.

Jihoon starts running as soon as he left his house. It takes fourtyfive minutes till he arrives at the dance studio and he won't take a break while running or going from running straight to dancing.

The studio is empty at this time so Jihoon can dance on his own, he doesn't like being disturbed he needs to focus, make every step perfect.

The music is turned on on full volume and Jihoon is dancing with all of his heart. Everytime he messes up a step he resets and starts over.

At 7 a.m. a group joined his room.

"We are sorry but there is no other free room. Do you mind sharing this room?", a jung man asked.

"It's a huge room come in, please just don't distraked me.", he glanzed a smile but looked back in the mirror and continue dancing immediately.

"We won't I'll promise, but I need to tell you that you're pretty talented, you've got some good moves.", the young man smiled at Jihoon.

"And I'm still doing the steps wrong.", Jihoon says, disapointed.

It got late the other group is packing their bags, Jihoon is still dancing.

"Hey, I know I promised not to disturb you but didn't you been here all day I never saw you taking a break.", you can see in his face that he's worried for Jihoon.

"I'm taking a break when I come home, go in my bed and sleep.", he responed without stopping work.

The group left and Jihoon is taking off his hoodie. You can see him sweating all over his chest and his back, his throat screaming for hydration but he doesn't want anything that might affect his dancing.

His hair looks wet, his eyes tierd, his body is shaking. The studio closes in 15 minutes, Jihoon graps his bag takes a shower and runs back home.

At home he checks his mail, nothing. He feels how his stomache growls. So he takes out his waterbottle and drinks the half of the bottle without putting the bottle down.

"Hey, you!", a voice yelled behinde him, it's the young man from the dance studio. Jihoon only knew his voice because he didn't payed attantion to what he looked like.

"Wow, there is really a time where you're not working. I nearly thought you will never stop, however thanks again for sharing the room. My name is Soonyoung by the way, after a long work day I would really like to invite you. Do you wanna go eat something or get a drink?", the man asked.

"No, but thanks. Need to get some rest.", he puts on a smile.

"Oh come on, you can rest there. And I can be shure if you are a real humanbeing. Just kidding, just wanna be shure you're allright. And you are dancing, I am dancing see we allready have something in common.", Soonyoung pokes him with his elbow.

"Okay but maximum one hour.", Jihoon finally says, he's pretty bad at saying no to invitings he doesn't like disapointing people.

They found a Café near by, Soonyoung ordered a coffee and a cookie, Jihoon just odered a coffee, black.

"Two pieces of your best cake, please.", Soonyoung said as the waitress wanted to leave their table.

As their order arrived Jihoon drunk his coffee slowly and ate half of his piece bite by bite.

"Don't you like the cake, you doesn't look too well?", Soonyoung asked worried.

"Just not a big cake fan, I think it's time for me to go now."

They paid and went their own ways.

"See you around, now I know you're a human.", he winked and went his way.

Jihoon arrived at home, he rushes in his bath to put two fingers in his throat till he throws up. He hates to do that and useally he doesn't do it at all but he couldn't get this cake out of his head. It made him feel so heavy, he knelt infront of the toilet he tried to get back up but immediatly sanck back to the floor. He sat there till his was able to get up change clothes and fall into his bed.
And he finally felt asleep.