"hoseok, stop this shit. you're killing yourself slowly. you've passed out like four hundred times this week, start fucking eating or else i'm going to impatient you!" yoongi yelled at the dark haired boy who was drinking his lemon water and rolling his eyes at the older's order.
fucking idiot. hoseok thought to himself, knowing he couldn't give up on his diet. he's still fucking fat. or so he thought.
"how about... no." he said to yoongi as he took another sip of his detoxing, cleansing, weight loss promoting lemon water.
"what the fuck, hoseok?! you're bones and skin. literally-"
"listen. i'm fat as fuck. and no one can deny that. i look horrible, feel horrible, so don't give me that bullshit." hoseok cut his hyung off and turned around, heading to his room. yoongi was left angry, confused, but mostly concerned. is hoseok developing an eating disorder?
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hey baby, mind if i come to your room? i'm needy tonight;)
hoseok read the text from jimin and just kept staring at it. he knew he couldn't have any sexual activities, or else he would pass out just by making out. he loves jimin, he really does, and he misses his sweet little mouth wrapped around him, no doubt, but he can't. he doesn't want to concern jimin.
i'm really tired. i'm sorry. use your hands or toys tonight, angel.
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jimin stared at the text, a frown appeared on his face while doing so. he wanted hoseok to be okay and he knew he wasn't. he refuses to eat. at all. jimin tried convincing him food is mandatory, but hoseok would just brush it off. he was mad, confused, but mostly concerned. is hoseok developing an eating disorder?
"fuck you, jung hoseok. why are you worrying people so damn fucking much?"
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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.
