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in times like this, he wishes he could be
his old self. to be the boy who was genuinely happy with his life. he had a strong and healthy body. although, these days, it seemed as if he was a walking skeleton. his ribs were clearly showing, ready to burst through the skin. the cuts on his wrists used to be healing white scars. now, angry red lines littered all over his body more furious than ever. he wanted to change so badly but he didn't have enough energy or motivation to do anything about it.
he lays in bed all day wondering "where
did it all go wrong? what happened to our supposed 'unbreakable' bond?" he wishes he knew the right answer.
he was left alone. they abandoned him without ever once looking back.
he had tried asking for answers but they only rolled his eyes at him and walked past him.
on days while he was walking down the hallways to reach his class, they would roughly brush past his shoulder which caused him to fall. they would only laugh at him and continue to walk forward without a second thought. his old bullies started bullying him once again and nobody did anything to stop their ruthlessness.
his eyes stilled shined with hope. but as time passed and as he continued to endure the horrible torture of his old friends and old bullies, that shine began to darken until no hope was left.
~~~•~~~
it was one of those days that he was just staring up at the ceiling where he realized that maybe it wasn't his fault that they left him. he was drunk and tipsy, he had no idea what he was saying or doing. he was just having a rough time because of his withdrawal.
maybe he doesn't actually need them.
it was that day where he made a promise to himself: he would get better. with or without them, he will become the healthy boy he once was. he would show them that he does not need them to get stronger or healthier. he could do anything as long as he put his
mind to it.
~~~•~~~
he absentmindedly pokes around his food as he hums to the beat of the music. he sits lonesome at a table located at the corner of the cafeteria.
before his mind could send him into overdrive, he registers a sweet voice calling out to him. he looks up to meet the strangers gaze.
"Is this seat free?" He only nods in response before he looks back to his food.
He realizes that the boy across from him is staring at him so he starts to eat tiny bits of food until the bell rings.
"You know, my name is Yugyeom. What's your name?" the stra- Yugyeom smiles.
~~~•~~~
there were days where he forced himself to get up from bed. days he felt like giving up but decided against it. some days he asked a friend to lock him in his room whenever he felt the urge to somehow get a new batch. he always made sure to eat even if it was only two bites each meal.
he just wanted to get better and nothing was going to stop him.
~~~•~~~
after two years he no longer was the boy whose ribs could be seen through his skin: his eight pack took place of those protruding ribs. his cuts healed to the point as if he had never took the razor across his skin. yet he was most proud of the fact that he has been clear for two years now and he will make sure to keep that way until the day he dies.
"Jungkookie! Hurry up we're gonna be late if you don't!" Yugyeom whined with his cute pouty voice.
Jungkook giggled, "Shut up! We'll be fine!"
