Two

                                    

                                          
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Wooyoung's stomach was twisting into a painful knot. Screaming at him to fill it with something delicious. His mouth watered at the thought but swallowed his desire as he stared at his naked torso in front of the bathroom mirror.
Turning sideways, his hand hesitated to run over his tummy which was soft and pudgy, much different from how he was supposed to look. 
Or rather, what the hate comments told him he should look like.
Wooyoung had never had a problem with his weight until an image taken at their concert was posted of him, his shirt having ridden up while he threw his arms in the air.
At first he saw nothing wrong with it. Until he started scrolling.
You could so clearly see how fat he was. 
His body wasn't toned like Yeosang's, his shoulders weren't broad like San's, or his waist thin like Mingi's. He looked huge, and the more he stared at the picture, the bigger he seemed.
When he was offered dinner that night, he had made the mistake in lying, saying he had already eaten, and then started the addiction of seeing how far he can go without eating until passing out.
He would pride himself on being hungry. The feeling of his stomach cramping was a cruel heaven. Not giving in to the painful hunger at night after a day of filling himself with black coffee was an accomplishment. He would be so proud of himself and welcomed the agony that followed.
When an early dinner rolled around on the day the boys were leaving, Wooyoung's stomach was basically barking at him to eat. 
Seonghwa and Yunho had prepared a hearty meal for their last time eating in the dorms until their return, but Wooyoung lingered, peeking into the kitchen where the table was laid out and the others were already digging in.
No matter how good it looked, Wooyoung was too anxious to eat it. Imagining his belly swelling until he burst and he tore his eyes away, taking comfort in the imploding feeling of his waist.
"Youngie?" While Wooyoung walked away to his room, he stopped when he heard San's voice coming from behind.
The boy was standing just outside the kitchen door, having closed it behind him, and walked towards Wooyoung with a frown.
"Are you not joining us?" Concern rolling off his tongue.
Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.
"I ate before that."
"No you didn't."
San looked deadpan at the Wooyoung.
The younger cleared his throat awkwardly. He hated lying to San. He loved him so dearly that the guilt he felt would eat him up for days.
"I did. You just didn't see me."
"Wooyoung, don't lie to me. You've hardly eaten in days. I'm worried sick about you, do you know that?"
Wooyoung only stared at San with anxious eyes. The elders voice no longer soft, it was full of drastic worry, almost sounding like he was telling his boyfriend off like a parent.
"You've become weaker, you're tired, and if you think i don't hear your stomach growling every five minutes you're wrong. I worry for you because i love you. I don't want to see you drift away like this." With each word he spoke, San took a step closer to Wooyoung who's arms had began to tremble under his thick jumper.
When the gap was thin enough, San's hand travelled to cup Wooyoung's pale cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb.
"I'll eat with you if you like. You don't have to eat in front of anyone if that's what you want."