Final Round ⟨Markhyuck⟩ ||Completed

°Chapter six°

(A/n: look at that adorable smile of his 🥺)

Tw//self harm, eating disorder developments

It was nearing six in this evening. Donghyuck was getting dressed and ready to train within the next half hour.

He had spent the past few hours he's been home laying on his bed watching videos and reading different articles on tips to lose weight which he'd surely obtain its utilization tonight.

He doesn't care if it's a healthy path or non healthy path. He's going to do it, no matter what it takes he's going to lose this stupid weight and fat.

Donghyuck threw on a black short sleeved shirt that he tucked into his red shorts that were loose just above the knee.

He walked into the bathroom and cleaned the makeup that he never bothered to fix all day off of his flushed face. He pat his face dry with a clean towel, hanging it back onto it's respective rack and took out some hair clips from his container that's filled with clips and hair ties inside of it.

He clipped on two red press on hair clips, one on each side of his head, so that he hair doesn't fall on his face and cover his eyes while he's training. He also slips on a black headband through his head and places it accordingly on his forehead.

He removed his glasses, changing it to his sports glasses and pushed them on, making his face look squished. Donghyuck glanced in the full body mirror to look at his bodily appearance.

Disgusted.

That's how he felt with himself.

With the headband, hair clips, and sports glasses, it makes his face look swollen and have a more rounder race than be already did.

Donghyuck then started to cry. He took a look at his body in the mirror, turning to the side. His legs feeling a bit wobbly and weak since he hasn't eaten anything since early this morning.

Why isn't his stomach flattening? He hasn't eaten all day. He's starving. Shouldn't it have gone down by now? What's taking so long for his body to change?

He knows not everything is going to happen overnight, but he can't help but be hopeful for it. He's sick of looking like this, he's sick of people looking down on him.

It's just like a broken bone, it's not just about how fast it heals, but it's about the process and physical therapy one has to undergo before it becomes fully active again.

He loosened his shirt that was stuck to his body in shorts, so that his tummy hanging over was not visible too much.

He didn't want anyone to see how his body really looks. He is an embarrassment to himself and to his own family.

How is he going to look like this when he grew up in a fighting family household? How are people going to look at him?

It just doesn't look right at all.

No wonder why his parents tend more to Jisung and show him more care than he would ever receive.

There was a knock on Donghyuck's door, the tanned teenage wiping the few years that had escaped from his eyes during his self examination.

Donghyuck stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to his bedroom door, opening it which revealed his younger brother.

He was also wearing a black shirt that was tight and tucked in his red shorts. Donghyuck could clearly see he well developed body his younger brother has and he couldn't help but feel what he always feels.