YM / SKINNY.
he realised he was a mess when he was hanging over the toilet at 3 am, throat burning, fingers stabbing at the back of his tongue. all that was left was bones; no flesh, warmth, nothing to love. yet still, those dreaded souls whispered, "just not skinny enough." all rights reserved. A YOONMIN FIC. | © 2017 SEOULYGK.