(please note that when i write @faiiryracha on my fics, it means that its a new paragraph!) TW: negative thoughts. starving. (WHY ARE MY FICS GETTING SHORTER?!) @faiiryracha @faiiryracha @faiiryracha @faiiryracha you slip on chan's hoodie as changbin steps into the dorms. the rest of the members spill in right after. "Y/Nnie!" jeongin runs over to you, about to wrap his arms around you but you step back, giving him a smile. "innie." you nod your head before your eyes flick around the room, looking for chan. "is anything wrong?" jeongin knows, as your best friend, there's something wrong with the way you're acting. "i'm just looking for chan." jeongin lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "your boyyyyfrieeeenddd~" jeongin teases. you roll your eyes at him and his eyes soften. "he's in the living room with minho." you grab his hand in yours, pulling him along with you as you enter the darkened living room. "Y/N?" chan jumps to his feet, arms wrapping around your waist before you can move. chan pulls you down with him, pausing as how easily he's able to do that. it's either he's gained more muscle or- "can i talk to you? alone?" you whisper in his ear. chan nods and minho and jeongin disappear from the room, almost as if they already know. you settle in between his legs. "wanna tell me what's wrong?" chan asks, hands rubbing your back soothingly. "it's happening again. i didn't eat for two days." chan sighs at your words. its a reoccuring thing, where you stop eating and then start. a vicious cycle of starving then feasting. "yeah? are you hungry at all?" before you can answer, your stomach rumbles and a laugh escapes chan's mouth. "i think my body answered you." you say. chan looks serious.. "those comments about you online and the things that are in those magazines aren't true. you don't have to be thin to be pretty. hurting your body to be pretty isn't healthy. losing weight in a way that's healthy like going to the gym and eating balanced meals, you can do that. but over-exercising or starving yourself isn't good. you can die, you know?" chan says quietly. you nod. "i know." chan's arms snake around your body and pull you closer to him. "you're perfect." he whispers. and you believe him.
