𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤

09

"haechan, you lost weight!"

both his compliment and smile was involuntary. the look of concern was transparent to haechan, and haechan did best to avoid it. haechan eyes the untouched bowl of popcorn on his lap, the essential associate of movie night.

"you look...good!"

pathetic liar.

you weigh 2kg less than i do, mark.

"i know!"

another one of your thinspirations adds, finally taking notice of your angular features.

"you've gotten quite thin, haechan. are you eating well?"

pride and pleasure—

i'm getting skinnier.

but not enough.

"really? i guess i've been too busy to notice- and of course i've been eating, hyung."

"are you sure?"

"yes, taeyong! why wouldn't i? you really think i'd give up on street food."

seems like you're the pathetic liar,
don't you think?

"well, don't be 'too busy' again!"
another thinspiration joked, ruffling your head of thinning hair.

"you don't wanna pull a jimin, now do you?" he laughed half-heartedly.

a heavy silence hung in the room.

"yeah..." another thinspiration mumbled. "he's been in rehab for 2 years now."

"i hope he's doing okay."

"yeah."

"yeah."

"me too."

"it's what the industry does to you..."

oh.

what a shame.

if only you knew.

how much i aspired

to be his skinny.