he was laying on the floor half conscious and in huge pain. his new wish was to be thin. and he was going to fufill that.
he felt as if someone made him chug nail polish remover and then eat a ghost pepper. his throat was burning and he felt like he wasn't even alive.
he didn't dare to close his eyes yet. he had to open the door and get the fuck out of there, but he physically coulnd't.
"god, hoseok, why are you so fucking weak?"
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perfect idol. || j.hs.
Fanfictionin which hoseok can't ever stop. tw!//mentions of disordered eating, self harm, depression. lower case intended.
