thighgap || han jisung

lima

i heaved once more, the tears

in my eyes blurring my vision

from seeing the unsightly image

now sitting in the porcelain bowl.

my fingers were scabbed, and my throat

burnt from my nails having scratched them.

i felt guilt ebb away at my soul, as i had run out of 

the studio to purge the delicious -yet caloric- breakfast

chan had made for me.

"but you did a 

great job"

"but i did a 

great job"