thighgap || han jisung

walo

Jisung felt so disconnected

from the world as it spun

around him.

Even the smallest of dance moves made

his vision spin, and his mind do flips.

He wore long sleeves and long

pants to shield his fat self from his

members, not they haven't already

noticed his ballooned form.

He staggered, his breaths coming in

sharp pants. He finally noticed he was

no longer sweating.

The last thing he heard before feeling his eyes

roll back into darkness with the disappointed

tsk coming from the voice.

"Good job Jisung,

now you've burdened your teammates

with your fat ass.

I gave you one job,

why can't you stop failing?"