hoseok couldn't even breathe properly anymore. everyone around him was concerned, and thought on multiple occasions to call the ambulance or to impatient him. but they couldn't, they had to release their comeback in a few days, but with hoseok looking, being and thinkng like this they were skeptical on how it would go. also, they can't send him to the hospital, in this new comeback hoseok plays a huge role. he has more lines, center and even a dance break. how could they perform without him?
well, back to hoseok.
there's only a single word on how you could describe him: miserable.
his cheekbones are more visible than ever, his arms are no longer muscular, they're just bones with skin hanging onto them, his ribcage steals the show when his shirt is off and his legs have shrunk to... literally nothing. he looks miserable.
how does he feel? hoseok feels the same way as he looks: miserable. and his soul is the same as his cheeks- hollow.
he won't be able to hold on longer. he'll break soon but he just doesn't know it. it's been at lest two weeks since he started this, and he wasn't even hungry anymore. he was just in pain. every single day is hell. he hated this diet. he hated himself. he's fat. he's ugly and he's fat. or so he thought.
he can't speak, he can't drink, he can't walk. at dance practice he just forces himself, and he constantly tells the other members he'll eat the day of his comeback. hoseok gave them a little hope. he was their hope anyways, right? they could believe him, right?
"ah, jung hoseok. liar. that's all you are. an ugly fucking liar. nothing else."
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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.
