𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘

3 - bread

- notice: this chapter was edited regarding some typos and grammar, the plot is still the same. -

"There are so many things in this world
But there wasn't a space around for me to rest without worrying"
♬⚘♬⚘♬

The next morning the seven boys had their breakfast while Jisung was already in the company building, specifically the studio. He left a note for the boys to read on a yellow sticky note hanging on the table. He told the boys he was going to have a "little snack" before entering the studio, which you probably assumed he actually didn't, which is true. He went straight to the company building without having anything in his system, again. How the hell is he still alive and okay? I don't know.
[ ya'll are beautiful just the way you are. ]

The boys had honestly believed the letter and resumed eating their breakfast. After the seven boys ate their breakfast, they did their morning routine and got ready for the day. The boys soon arrived at the company building and parted ways, 3racha in the studio, danceracha in the dance studio, and vocalracha in the self practice rooms.

"Hey, why'd you wake up early?" The leader asked with his signature dimple smile.

"I just felt like it today. Like you know, i just felt whoo!" The younger exclaimed, making his hyungs chuckle at the action.

The boys continued their work until 12:30, lunch time. All 8 boys went to the JYP cafeteria and grabbed some food. Yes, Jisung grabbed food, a plate of bread. One small piece of bread on his plate and thats it.
[ lmao this was in a vlive once- Jisung had one piece of bread while Chan had like a pyramid of bread with some salad- and he actually finished it omg ]

"Jisung, is that all you're eating?" The leader asked, looking at the white porcelain plate with little crumbs of bread.

"Well, yeah I'm not hungry, and bread is enough." The younger answered, shrugging with a bitten piece of (organic) bread.

"Okay" The leader shrugged, continuing to eat his mountain of bread.

"Well, I'm going to head to the dance studio, catch ya later!" The blonde said while chewing the bread that's still in his mouth.

The blonde arrived at the studio and began stretching. After around 20 minutes of stretching, the boy turned on the music "back door" and began working on his choreography. The boy worked and worked until an hour later, his members arrived.

"Oh hey" The blonde said going to the volume control and taking his phone.

"Me and the boys decided to go to a cafe nearby, wanna come?" The leader asked the blonde who's eyes were fixated on his phone.

"Nah, im going to fix some things." The blonde said with nervous laughter trailing at the end.

"Okay, we'll be back in an hour or so, yeah?" The leader confirmed.

"Yeah, okay." the younger responded, his eyes still glued to the comments about him.

The members left and again, Jisung was alone. His own head torturing him every second that passes, his willingness to live is deteriorating, his self esteem that dwindled down the drain. The boys face portrayed no emotion, just a dark and cold glint in his eyes. After reading god knows how much comments, Jisung didn't feel human anymore. He heard the hate comments ringing around his head, his vision slowly turning gray. He only had one escape, which was his razor blade. He swiftly took it out with his shaking hands, and slowly but steadily littered cuts around his arms.

The boy found himself with two forearms covered in blood, dripping onto the floor at a steady pace. He grabbed the tissue box on the table and began to wipe the floor clean. Next were his arms, he slowly dabbed the pieces of tissue on his arms before going to the bathroom and washing them. He dried his arms with of course, some little dabbles of blood slowly coming out, but he didn't mind. He pulled down his white sleeves and walked back to the studio.