perfect idol. || j.hs.

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his hand pushed harshly on the bathroom door and he quickly entered the first empty stall he noticed.

he closed the stall door and immediatly broke down sobbing, covering his mouth with one hand and he other hugging his knees which were brought up to his chest. as disgusting as it was for him to be crying on the floor next to the dirty toilet in a restaurant, his mind was elsewhere.

"i'm fat and disgusting. i'm nothing more than a disappointment." he repeatedly whispered to himself that sentence in the hopes of calming down.

"you ate too much, hoseok. you'll get even fatter." he quietly said as he got up from that position and got down on his knees.

he wiped the tears away with the back of his hand, and looked at his hand, as he put down all fingers except for two: index and middle finger.

of course, to hoseok the thought of inducing vomit wasn't really his best friend, but he knew he had to do it. it was either this or become a fatter, more disgusting, useless sack of shit.

hoseok is very sensitive. when it comes to hate, aswell as physically sensitive. right as his two fingers touched the back of his tongue, his gag reflex made sure to make him suffer. he immediately started throwing up tonight's dinner; not only that, but today's breakfast too. he didn't have time to eat lunch, hense why he ate so much at dinner.

along with puking his guts out came waves of pain thruout his entire fragile and tired body. his tears were mixed with his spit and his sorrows.

"jung hoseok, how dare you dissapoint again?"