Perfect Body
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  • Reads 48,705
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  • Parts 26
  • Time 3h 36m
Ongoing, First published Mar 27, 2019
Breath...

Inhale...exhale

You kept telling yourself over and over. You laid sprawled on the ground your body in pain from doing just two push ups. 

Okay, this is just pathetic.

"Are you seriously tired, already?" The red haired boy asked exasperated.

"No, I'm just laying. My body is prepping for the workout" you responded matter of factually and sat up.

"P-prepping? What the hell, we ain't cooking here" your trainers voiced pitched higher in aggravation. You smiled sheepishly and he beckoned you to stand up.

You wiped the little drops of sweat from your forehead with your arm and stood up as you followed jungkooks instructions.

"We stretch" he said bending down to touch his toes. You mimicked what he did until you heard the material of your pants rip from your behind.


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Trying to work out is not easy. With the help from your strict trainer. You try to work on getting the perfect body, but is it really what you want?
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"Don't push me away, please." Jungkook calls out to me, but he doesn't take a step further, allowing me my space. I'm unsure if I'm relieved. "I'm here to support you. I want to support you. Stop hurting yourself like this." I let out another humorless laugh. ""Stop hurting yourself like this"? What am I doing to myself?" "I'm not doing anything!" I want to scream. "This is all an act! I'm doing all of this for attention! I'm undeserving of this attention." "You're not allowing yourself to receive support. You're isolating yourself. Why?" Because maybe if I isolate myself I'll start to feel like less of an impostor and actually start to be a little more deserving of this care that I'm pathetically faking for. "I don't deserve the support." Not while all of these emotions and reactions were all stemmed from a lie. "I don't deserve the support." I shake my head. "I don't know why I thought you could help. I don't know why I thought I deserved help. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for being a burden." I turn around to walk away before he can say anything further. TW: includes detailed descriptions of disordered eating