"please. make it stop." wooyoung was desperately pulling at his lavender hair. the strands being slowly ripped from his skull and his head pounding as a result.
come on wooyoung. don't you wanna play?
"n-no i don't. leave m-me alone you monster." his hands trembled and he locked himself inside the bathroom.
it was 3am and his teeth were chattering although it was the middle of summer. wooyoung's head continued to pound so he continued to cry. silently.
he had to be silent so he wouldn't wake up his precious members that he loved so dearly. they were so perfect. but he was not.
jongho was strong and had a pretty voice.
san was so talented and charismatic.
mingi was funny and tall.
yeosang was handsome and perfect.
yunho was amazing at dancing.
hongjoong was so brave and unique.
seonghwa was like a god and so dependable.
but what was he?
wooyoung was, well. he was a mess.
a fat, worthless mess. even his members thought so. of course they did. how could they not. he was so far behind them. he could only longingly stare and reach for their broad shoulders as he closes his eyes and saw them walking away from him.
leaving you.
"no! please!" the voice called him lonely and wooyoung couldn't stand it.
"w-we're friends right? right? they like me don't they?" uncertainty laced his voice and all he wanted was someone to tell him that he was fine. that he was handsome, skinny and wanted. but all he got was a chilling laugh.
my dear wooyoung, the only one that loves you is me. i love seeing you cry, struggle and in pain. but trust me, it'll all pay off if you listen to my every command.
he squeezed his eyes shut and clasped his hands over his ears. in a futile attempt to muffle the voice's cruel words.
come on wooyoung. i know a way to painlessly help your members did you know that?
"huh? how? do you really?" wooyoung's head shot up at the thought of helping his members without hurting himself in the process.
of course. now put on your face mask and go to the drug store.
without hesitating, wooyoung put his black face mask on paired with a pair of thick rimmed glasses and black beanie and headed out. to go buy whatever the voice told him to.
if it would help his members then it would it also help him become skinny?
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SKINNY | ATEEZ WOOYOUNG
Fanfictioneverybody gets insecure, everybody wants to lose weight. even celebrities. it's normal, right? so why does jung wooyoung drive himself to such lengths, just to be skinny? [ lowercase intended , short angst story w a happy ending ]
