"gaon.. you really gotta lower your time on flatform. it's worrying, seeing how many hours you're on it after school.." i said to him. at this point, i'm going to start begging him if he doesn't at least try.
yknow, i was excited for this. i was excited for him. he found more friends, he seemed happier, but now he's just his usual self again. it's not "disgusting" per se, but it's disgusting. i was really hoping he'd change for the better, but his life is just... worse.
"hyeongjun, i know. but, it's fine, really! i'm fine..." he said, clearly lying. "yeah? when was the last time you ate? and no, snacks don't count. full meals." i replied. i swear, one of these days i'm going to snap at him... will it be pretty? absolutely not. but, i'm just trying to look out for him...
"w-woah, okay... are you okay? you're getting really worked up..." i heard him say. "don't avoid the question, jiseok." i said back. dang, maybe i am getting worked up... "i'm not trying to... i ate dinner yesterday, there. are you.. better now?" he replied. "kinda, yeah. at least you're still eating.."
i guess something in me got too worried and i almost lashed out at him... talk about predicting the future. still, why can't i just... worry about him? i don't know how else i'm supposed to express my desperation in knowing if he's okay or not, it's hard.
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Mystery / Thrillerthree boys need help. the other three want to help them. trigger warning: - depression/anxiety - eating disorders/anorexia - abuse (mostly verbal) - blood/self-harm - suicide mentions - swearing, harsh language - death extra: no shipping is involved...
