Title:
Starved for abs
Pairing:
Wonho X Reader
Genre:
Sickfic, Angst, Fluff
Plot:
After Wonho left Monsta X, he lost his abs because of lack of motivation. Now, a few months later, he was back with the team and desperately wanted to get abs for Monbebe and the new comeback. He already betrayed their trust by having debts (or so he thought) so the only thing the fans would need him for is his body. He needed to starve himself. Anything to get his abs back for Monbebe. But you find Wonho and stop him before it gets too serious.
Warning ⚠️: Throwing Up 🤮 | Eating Disorders | Insecure!Wonho | Depressive
thoughts 😓 | Unhealthy coping mechanisms
Wonho's stomach gnawed at his insides, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since Monday, and it was now Friday.
"Aishh."
He grunted, trying to ignore the growing hunger growls coming from his empty tummy, although it was really making him feel sick. The 26 year old walked up to his mirror, jolly, as he took off his t shirt and grinned proudly at himself, gawking at his defined abs, ribs slightly more prominent.
"I can finally show Monbebe what I've been working on~"
For a moment he almost forgot about the fact that he was starving until a vibration echoed throughout the bathroom and he doubled over, a hand on his upset stomach, burping into his fist. He shuffled over to the armchair in the corner and gingerly sat down. His belly protested the movement and he had to swallow down a burp, which only added to the pressure in his stomach. Wonho tried to ignore it again and sat down in the Monsta X dorm room, where you were sitting, drawing.
"Hey Wonho!"
He replies with a reluctant
"Oh, (Y/N)."
And
"anyeonghaseyo!!".
Wonho glanced at you, before reaching down to unbutton his jeans. The relief was instantaneous and he exhaled slowly. He sank against the cushions and pulled up his shirt. Wincing, he pressed a palm against the most tender part of his tummy. As he tried to sooth the cramps with some gentle kneading and slow breaths, the sound of you clearing your throat made him jump.
"Are you okay, Wonho?"
The boy squeaked slightly but smiled when I looked down at him.
"I'm fine (Y/N)~"
You raised your eyebrows, noticing that Wonho looked thinner than usual today, and pale as a ghost.
"Are you sure Ho? Because you don't look so good...and you're holding your stomach...have you got a tummy ache?"
You asked and he shuffled in his seat, pulling his shirt down defensively.
"No, I'm fine! Butttt...I've gotten more abs recently. Monbebe is going to like it.."
Wonho blushed, smiling and giggling to himself while rubbing his defined muscles. You didn't know about him but...his so called "abs" looked extremely unhealthy...with his ribs so prominent that it's a wonder he was eating anything at all. That's when It hit you, and you let out a gasp. Was Wonho even eating? He's always been careful about body image but even more so lately, and he's been skipping meals too often. 'Oh, mypoor baby...he's perfect...he doesn't need to starve himself.' You thought.
"Wonho...sweetheart. Stop this. Stop starving yourself. Your body can't handle it. Please babyboy."
Wonho shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, unnerved by how accurate your words were, and finally covered his face up with a shaky hand, crying softly.
