Oh wow I haven’t been on in years. I hope everyone is doing well. I think it’s safe to say that I haven’t wrote in a while and I may have retired due to university and work. 😭🙏🏻but that ain’t stopping me from supporting Hyuck.
This will be my last post, I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be returning to this account because my university and work have consumed my life and that’s part of growing up into a bigger adult than before. I will leave my fanfics up for people who enjoyed them and gave my account love. Thank you again and I love your support.
If anyone wants to keep in touch with me I will be gladly to give out my ig account to them. :’))
Thank you for loving me on this account everyone. I’ll never know how to thank you more.
It arrived in Autumn,
The mysterious mist,
Hiding emotions in the abyss.
The cold mornings,
When the air held itself down,
Grasping for my naked feet,
Stealing them of warmth.
Outside the birds sang their choir,
Uncaring for the wind,
That once held them high,
Only to call for it in a time of need.
The silence filled with the echoes of the creaking planks,
On which I danced with a cigarette in hand,
Its smoke in tandem with my motion,
A second dancer born from burning paper.
Bruh I have so much drafts of series I wanna do but I still need to finish my old ones before I publish the new things I wanna write about 😭
BUT ARGH WRITERS BLOCK.
I’m stuck, would you guys want me to finish the old series first or would you like me to put the old series I have up on HOLD temporarily and do the new series?
Summary: You’re the top student in every subject and your classmate!mark asks for your help in science and you offer the unprecedented exchange lessons that leave him off guard.
genre: smut, tutoring, classmates, inexperienced female oc, the concept of virginity being taken (it’s a social construct but you get it) and dominant!mark. minor groping, pussy eating and penetrating sex. Releasing on stomach, unprotected sex (please use a condom irl)
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You’re at the top of the food chain in every subject. Your desolated heart and effortless mind astounds the entire community around you. Since you’re such a smart and passionate individual, people doubt you have any flaws.
But that’s not so true. You do suck at one subject; Sex. Your body and mind leave your soul every moment you tried doing the most remote action like making out — you suck at it.
Perhaps it’s because you’re not comfortable enough with the person? Or maybe the idea of being sexually active is a new concept to you. This puts you at a frustrating disadvantage. You want to experience what it is like to be held by another person, to be worshipped and loved by every curve you have. You really want to experience intimacy. Someone’s hands holding your waist with fingers scrolling circles on your bare skin. Dancing out in heavy rain? Angry makeouts. Jealousy. You want to experience those rollercoasters of emotions. But you can’t because you’re missing the second person. This was no way a one man action.
That was until an opportunity arises. The boy in your class that wasn’t so good at any of his classes, barely scraping by. He had a thick foreign accent - and he never stops boosting about how he’s from Canada. He was visibly attractive. Most girls in your class fancy him.
Mark never really spent his day alone. Ever. There will always be people surrounding him. It’s like this was his world and we’re all just living in it you know?
“Hey Y/n,” A voice strikes up from behind. The boy standing only few inches from your height with a beige cap on backwards. It gave him a real bandboyish look today.
Your eyes dart to him. At first you look visibly confused but you manage to respond with a very soft greet. “Hey what’s up?”
You guys barely talk so this was all very new. The most talks you ever did was a simple ‘good morning’ to each other and never speak again. In fact this felt very awkward on your end.
Mark’s eyes look on the very left end of the lockers. The built tone body wearing these very baggy clothing press up on the metallic doors. Voice trailing off in an obvious direction. “Uhh, you know nothin’ much. The usual you know how it is.”
‘Yikes why does he look suddenly so guilty and suspicious?’ You question in your own mind. What was this strange feeling in your stomach? Like a hollow pit about to explode.
You mumbles quietly. “Right…”
Turning around your locker slams shut. The stuff you needed was carried by your arms. You thought this conversation had ended considering Mark wasn’t spitting out anything he wanted to say but the moment your back had turned on him, the boy quickly leaps in front of your path.
“Wait!” Mark stops you with two hands urgently.
You stop now with a small shock spread on your eyebrows and a visible streak of annoyance in your eyes.
“Tutor me! I want you to tutor me,” Mark said with a little pant to those syllables he stressed out with a stretch. Those hands come down and it really looks like for a moment he was embarrassed to ask. As if he had no idea how to ask you.
That’s all he wanted from you. It was a tutoring lesson so he could boost his grade up. Because lord knows he needs a good number. Otherwise he is finished with this class.
Your eyes line themselves on the boy. “You want me to tutor you?” You repeated back, Mark gave a simple nod. “Why me? You could have asked someone else.”
He furrows those eyebrows. “You seem- cool enough.” Mark then paused and panicked. Your expression seems unhappy by that anticlimactic response. “I mean! Your notes are cool and easy to understand. You explain things well.”
Well that came out wrong, what he wanted to say is you’re cool enough and you’re the smartest in the class. He doesn’t think he ever saw you get a bad grade.
Deep in your heart you couldn’t say no. Mark seems to be desperate for your help and you technically had an alternative motive. As bad as that sounds you can actually imagine losing your first deed to Mark. He was handsome, without a doubt you maybe fantasised getting off to him before. You don’t want to admit it but you did it more than once.
He was the new boy, wild and bright. Radiant and sweet. He was respectful, popular with everyone he hardly has any enemies. No one could hate a guy like Mark. He was a foreign exchange student from Canada and what more, he was an amazing soccer player last year. He won for your school club a trophy. He’s done pretty remarkable things.
Except his classes, which he severely needs your help with.
Sitting down in your bedroom, you constantly glance over to Mark who was sitting on the other end of your bed writing down on his notebook. To which your mind was at a war between asking him if he wants to do something else or if you should leave your stupid idea behind.
You are lost on how to approach the idea to him. You can’t just say ‘Hey let’s sleep together!’ And look like a sane person. Because that’s the opposite of normal. You barely know the guy too.
Your body lifts up your sweater and you nervously laugh it off. “Ahh it’s so hot, right? I should take this off.” Your hands pull off the warm fabric off your limbs and Mark looks up from his notes to glance at you. He looks at you for good three seconds.
The good look on your visible black tank top and cleavage exposing caught his eye but not enough for him to grasp your intentions. Instead Mark continues his work like the champ he was. Unbothered and gullible.
“Yeah? I feel normal.” Mark relies obliviously. You furrow your eyebrows and feel your stomach clench. Why was it so hard to ask Mark to have sex with you? It’s like the most difficult question for you.
And you never struggled with math questions before. You can’t believe it. Why was a simple risky move harder than school work.
He went back to doing his work. Thankfully you’re an amazing tutor so far your explanations did wonders for Mark. But you’re sat there staring at him with your eyes gawking.
You’re like an eagle pouncing, but you’re hesitant at the same time.
The boy did take notice of your stares and very acknowledged presence. But he didn’t know why and he doesn’t quite want to ask you, because what if that makes you pressured and embarrassed? Mark felt however very watched. Every movement of his pen. Every step of his breathing he makes on the same bed you’re sitting with him on.
It felt discomforting almost?
You clear your voice. “Mark have you ever had…” you pause because you’re suddenly getting to know how intrusive you are being. The boy’s head lifts up and he waits for you to finish.
“Have you ever had sex?” You begin again. You bite on your inner cheek which starts to make Mark flustered. From such a smart and disciplined girl you really have a way of starting conversations.
Mark nodded. “Yeah. Did you?”
Even if it was an inappropriate comment, Mark didn’t lie about it and he answered you truthfully. The boy didn’t know what to say at first. But what’s the harm in saying yes?
You don’t reply and you move a little closer to Mark holding your knees against your chest. Wearing shorts came in handy because Mark can see a full outline of your beautiful legs.
“What was your first time like?” You ask without answering him. Mark raised up his eyebrow thinking to himself. “Uhh,” he sits up on the mattress.
Mark brushed the pen down on the notebook. “I think it was with my girlfriend at the time.” You fully expected him to say some chick at the party but knowing his ex girlfriend was his first time, made this somehow really sweet and romantic.
Mark mumbles. “But what was your like?”
Your lips fell in a thin line. In an embarrassing way you turn away your gaze when your reply hits the taller quick.
“Mark I am a virgin,” You said it with a moment of clarity. He wasn’t sure why you’re still a virgin when you’re decently attractive and hella smart.
It somehow doesn’t make any sense.
Mark’s mouth drops like an umbrella sheet. “No way.” And you nod to show its the truth. Mark laughs a bit not in a mocking way but in a sense of disbelief to lighten up your mood.
He could tell you’re almost ashamed but he didn’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. In any case he wonders if that’s a positive more than a con.
“Hey Y/n that’s not a bad thing you know that right?” He nudges your arms with his elbow with a smile.
You sigh a little. “I know but I want to experience it. I don’t really care about my virginity that much.”
“So how come you’re still a virgin? You’re pretty and smart.” Mark chuckles, he didn’t quite understand it. If you wanted to lose your virginity card so badly how come you still have it?
Your eyes look at him, your chance to tell him how clueless you are when it comes to sex arises. A part of you don’t want to tell him you’re bad at sex because that’s really embarrassingly stupid. Or the fact that you have no idea how to do anything. You can’t even figure out how kissing goddamn works!
You swallow down your own emotions. “I have no idea how to have sex.”
Moments later your eyes have glued together in what seems to be a staring competition. Mark didn’t think you’d be completely clueless. It came so naturally to him when he was about to do it for the first time. To you this was like a big deal.
Mark comes forward mumbling nervously. “You don’t know how to kiss either?” You shake your head a no.
The boy was silent until his eyes fell down to your lips. They look pretty, they seem very red and plum. He couldn’t grasp it but the guts clench in a sudden contraction.
“Do you want me to teach you?” Mark starts to ask you. Your face fell to the ground or it rather feels like it. He read your mind.
He was so nervous about it, he didn’t want to come off like a freaking creep to you. Little does he know you were begging for this offer.
He trails. “You know — like exchange lessons? You helped me with science and I can help with sex lessons.”
That doesn’t sound too bad to you. The deal was appealing. Your eyes sparkle up and come forward to kiss his lips. When you did the first gesture this said a lot to the boy before you. You were agreeing. You didn’t back away, your eyes were glowing at the idea of him teaching you what to do during sexual encounters. And thus, he opens his mouth slipping in slowly his tongue. Caressing your soft untouched mouth was like a dream come true. You were like melting ice the moment your mouth felt the warmth of the salivas mixing in as one. The kiss was slow at the beginning but occasionally you got the hang of the pace and Mark decided to spice it up.
He had to spice it up for you. Mark wanted to show you how it really is. What it really awaits you. The kiss springs from the bottom, a sudden piercing movement shocks you causing your moans to fall off.
Did he just bite your bottom lip? He smirks at your reaction and pulls you down on the bed. Hovering above your lean shoulders those grabby hands touch on your waist to position you a little downwards to his liking.
Mark kissed your neck, your jawline, down the side to your ears and your shoulders once your top slips off leaving you in your bra.
Your bra was a pretty blue colour. Mark smiles at your chest in slight adoration. Your eyes took a glimpse of his eyes and his lips have small kisses to your chest, to the cleavage. In between your breasts he brushed his face into the softness of your pillows.
“You know I’m surprised you’re a virgin.” He begins quietly, travelling his mouth down to your stomach till your navel touches.
Your feet curl up. This was somehow nerve wrecking but it feels good? But it’s so slow and it’s like he’s bringing you to rest.
“Why?” You ask out quietly.
Mark mumbles when his fingers reach the very entrance of your panty lining. He stops at your abdomen monitoring the shorts he took off. Your panty matches the colour to your lovely bra. You feel so warm between the flat stomach, his fingers slip your panties down to your legs half way.
Eyes look up to see your face. “You strike me as someone who knows everything.” He might be right. You come across as reliable person.
But you don’t know everything unfortunately, you’re only human and you doubt that Mark knows absolutely everything too. You smile shyly and close your thighs together.
This was embarrassing. You never really went further than kissing someone badly before. He could see everything but the moment your legs shut him off Mark gave a small nudge with his hands to pull your thighs apart gently.
“No hiding Y/n come on? Open up for me.”
Your hands cover your face as your legs open up like two doors. Mark smiles in awe but you couldn’t see that. The boy kissed your entrance, like a peck to the lips until those same lips kiss the inner thighs. He loved seeing your legs trembling from nothing but nervousness.
You really are a small ball of wreck.
He quietly says. “You’re pretty down there why are you so worried?”
He didn’t quite understand what was making you this anxious and you shudder when his tongue does kitten lick motions to your pussy. You’re unable to make any sense of what just happened, but all you know is that this feels too good to stop.
Tongue traps at your nub flicking his motions in left and right directions: your pelvis subtly lifts off the bed to roll back. Mark hums against your entrance, he was devouring you as if it’s his first time too. It feels too good for you and that’s what’s making him get off the whole idea: You feeling good.
His tongue went inside your small hole giving it a few thrusts of his tongue. His nose pressed right against your clit. Your burning hot skin flushes his face and your thighs squeeze when your stomach clenches so tightly. Without a warning you slip into oblivion.
Mumbling out highly. “Fuckfuckfuck m’gonna cum.”
Striving to give you the best orgasm of your life, Mark feverishly sucks on your edging pearl, your clit was practically swollen and this pushed you right off the edge just as he wanted you to. He was watching up at you from down there seeing your spine arch and your moans hit the back of your throat, so hoarse and sore. The way your eyes shut and your hands grip at anything nearby: the bed sheets, your breasts, his thick hair.
Pulling out of your wet slimey pussy from all the coating of saliva. You take a deep breath, Mark positions him above you he saw your bright reddish cheeks and your sparkling wet eyes. You look beautiful like this.
He whispers. “Do you still want to continue?”
Your mind was a fog but you never hesitated to reply to your classmate. “Yes, please.”
It’s definitely a sight to see. You’re being so adamant about it. Mark leans down and pulls down his rock solid crotch out. Those jeans slipped off and it leaves an ugly feeling when you’re hard in jeans.
It feels like a big weight lifted from him when it comes off. The boy sits back and gave you a glance as if he is telling you to come forward.
“Do you want to take the boxers off?” You heard him ask you. Your eyes light up and with your small hands pulling off his boxers. Mark gave you a dark gaze when his large cock springs up against his stomach. Your mouth waters just looking at it.
Your stomach made a small butterfly clutch too. You look at him in panic. “Whoa wait, will that fit?” You sound so dumbfounded. But Mark grinned and he rubs your thighs reassuringly.
“It can, it will. Trust me on this I’m the teacher here.”
He was right he was the teacher here and you’re just a mere helpless virgin. You lay down on the bed sheets when Mark moves on top of you his hard tip had to do a few teasing streaks on your entrance. You were anticipating him to just ram it in — but he wasn’t.
You were just impatient and Mark was a very patient guy who didn’t want to rush a process like this. At least for now he doesn’t have anywhere to be, what’s the rush right?
The tip was pushed out and back in, it was like a car reverse and driving forward. Your entrance was locked tight so Mark wants to stretch you out with just the tip. He had a feeling he might have to use two fingers before anything else is to happen. The boy pressed his thumb and rubs your clit. You mumble out a whine, and then his singular finger goes inside you just to do a little stretch here and there. The second finger was when it starts to feel too good for you. Your eyes shut and your voice starts to feel good.
He made his hand shake a little and then come out. Only for his tip to slip in fully in you and then gradually expand his shaft inside your pussy. You feel good, Mark was addicted to the feeling of his cock buried in your velvety new walls.
He grunts, his breath shaking. “Ah fuck Y/n, you feel better than i thought you would.”
It took every ounce of his body not to rut against you like a wild fucking beast, Mark moves up against your stomach. Your hands tremble upwards to hold his forearms.
“Mh! Fuck, it kind of hurts.” Your voice murmurs and the boy had his attention all on you. He was watching only your face when his body did the moving thing. When you told him it kind of hurts, Mark had a feeling the pain will turn to pleasure soon for you. All he could do was give a small ‘shh’ and a kiss on the forehead for you.
You’re kind of glad Mark is your first. He seems to be gentle and loving enough for this. If it was anyone else you don’t think they would be as supportive as he was to you.
A simple kiss on the forehead made your worries disappear. And you let him rut against your pussy that squelches on his shape, taking every single inch of his cock until he was balls deep.
He was right, the pain did turn to pleasure real soon.
He brushed some of your hair back from your face as his thrusts connect to his pivoting muscles and hips. Mark admires your honesty expressions too, he couldn’t help himself. You were pretty even in this state.
The boy brushed down your jawline, he leans to capture a kiss on your lips. Your voice slips off like a breathy breeze. “Mark — feels too good.”
He smiles down at you. “I know,”
Your thighs wrap themselves on his waist and that brought him deeper in a whole new position when he is pushing in your loving arms. And then you feel a strong urge in the stomach, something that’s about to explode.
Your eyebrow ends connect, furrowing. “M’think I’m gonna cum…”
You didn’t exactly know but the feeling was so intense it overlaps your hearing and your brain goes back moments later after the surging sensation washes over you.
Mark feels you cumming right on his cock, he grits his teeth together jawline attached with his remaining strength.
“Me too, I’m close, hold on.” He mumbles lowly until he fucks himself just enough to pull out of you and then flick his wrist down the shaft to paint you of his cum on your bare stomach.
Deeply breathing the boy pulls back on the bed, you achingly sit up with a small groan. You never felt your body become this sore.
Your eyes watch Mark as the boy brushed back his hair with his hand. You both look like visible messes. Sweating and panting.
Your lips curve into a small smile. “So, do you need help with anything else in your classes?”
Mark gave a visible chuckle somehow it feels like you’re going to be more of a distraction when you’re going to tutor him than he likes to believe.
“Uhh, let’s see.” He replies, looking at the studying materials you guys left unattended on the floor. Scattered is the right word more like.
“I think I prefer to Exchange Lessons.” He admits, causing you to chuckle.
Mark thinks you do too, considering you’re not disagreeing.
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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank you!! Follow my blog for more and reblog it helps a girl out<3 ily
Oh My Gosh 😭 I didn't realize that you did create another blog (side blog 🤔) for your Harry Potter fics 😭 before, when I sent you the previous message, I thought that you just posted your masterlist for your Harry Potter fics on this blog, I didn't realize that you rebloged it from your other blog 😭 silly me 🤦♀️😭 (I was half asleep while writing that but I still wanted to write it 🤦♀️😭) but anyways everything else I said in the previos message is still the same 💞
Ahh!! I just saw my inbox god I’m so bad at responding but thank you so much for messagingggg 🥹🫶🏻 yess I’ll tag you on the Lost Potter fic! I hope you had a good rest by the way <3
Hot topic but I’ve been writing a lot of Harry Potter fics. Genuinely like novel books? With my characters with other hp characters 😭 and I’ve been editing them so much too. I was wondering who’s a hp fan here? 🙏
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— Summary: Hong Yujin is the new patient at the psych ward admitted for her eating disorder. On the first day of being admitted she meets Haechan, a patient being treated for his bpd. Yujin already claims to hate him; he is everything she dislikes. Loud, annoying, self destructive.
— Genre: Psych ward, hospital, mental illnesses, can be triggering so read at your own risk, guys take care of yourself, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of bpd, suggestive, smut, angst etc.
— Notes: please don’t read if you’ll be triggered !! Take care of yourself guys.
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A pragmatic arrangement is the only kind of arrangement you can have with someone like Yujin. Without a routine the inpatient girl is nothing less than an unscrewed wheel, left alone in middle of a no-man’s-land.
The doctors like to analyse that this was a way of coping for the young girl. A routine makes her days predicable which she likes.
Prediction when to eat.
Revealing the gloomy ward. Today the weather was pouring down nonstop. Many patients woke up this morning to have breakfast and wear a sweater to have some warmth.
Yujin was the only one without a sweater. Without a life in those circles on her face. She never really slept when she was back at home, but now it feels like she is never going to sleep in a place like this. Lounging about the reception just like everyone else made it even harder to fit inside. Because all these crazy people have something in common together — a favourite activity. Eating.
Her mind was a complete disaster. A waste of time yet it feels hard to stop counting. Yujin sat there alone in a singular white chair in a white gown with the hair strands covering the black under bags, staring into the untouched tray of food.
If you turn to look around the reception you could see everyone eating. Yujin did that a few times and went back to staring and sitting in the chair. She couldn’t move out of the seat until breakfast was finished. The nurses monitor her at all costs in these matters.
They saw nothing from the girl. Her fingers didn’t acknowledge the forks, spoons, the jelly in the cup even. Yujin did not even accept the water bottle.
After a couple of hours Haechan was released from taking his medication. The ward was a bit too quiet until the spoken devil came out of the room a little later than everyone else.
His cheeks were flushed as he walked back into the ward, he was looking for Yujin. Instantly his head was fixated on the girl. Like an important piece you could not get enough out of. His eyes scan the room trying to locate her. As he walked in Yujin was seen in the chair looking so alone. She was minding her business and minding her food, Haechan didn’t like that. He can’t help but to be nosy.
The patient wasn’t eating at all. She was just cutting up the food with the plastic fork and knife. Haechan came over immediately noticing her staring at it with disgust almost. She pushed the tray away when she had enough of it.
When the young patient thought the day couldn’t get any worse, Haechan had to come and bother her. She looked twice as unhappy now.
“Why are you back again? Don’t you have better things to do. Like… escape this hell hole?” Yujin trails annoyed as if there wasn’t anything else to say. It’s clear she wants to get out of here.
The boy was mostly interested by her reaction to the ward food. He would like to disagree with this though. The ward food was amazing if he had to admit it’s a lot better than his mother’s cooking.
Couldn’t help but become even more nosey. Haechan set his body down on the chair in front and took her food tray without a singular thought as if this was his food. He starts to dig in happily smirking. The medication that he takes extends extreme food hunger levels. So when food reaches his stomach he’s the happiest. Especially tasty food. He gives Yujin an unamused look in response to her question.
“Do you think I’m crazy enough to escape from here? The police would arrest me and bring me back here again.” He replied and gave her a glance wondering why she would even think of escaping.
Yujin scoffs by his response. Seems like Haechan was right and he knows escaping wouldn’t really do him any good when police can easily find him. She didn’t know what to respond with except to throw a minor insult at the boy. “Well you do seem crazy enough to commit it.”
But of course when you try to insult Haechan’s inflated ego it starts to sound more like a compliment than a criticism.
Haechan’s eyes light up and he smiles brightly when she mentions his craziness. He leans back on the bed and stretches out. He crosses one leg over the other and then rests one arm behind his head. He lets out a chuckle while showing of a relaxing posture.
“Oh come on, you seem to underestimate me. I’ve committed far worse things than escape. I’m not that naive.” Haechan taunted and teased her in a slightly playful way to get a reaction out of her. He knows how annoying it must be when someone turns an insult into a joke.
“Oh yeah? You want a medal or something?” Yujin said in a low monotone tone of voice that proved she is uninterested and full of sarcasm leaking out of that empty hollow mouth.
It boil’s her blood when Haechan seems so unbothered. As if he has zero fucking worries in that small head of his.
He doesn’t seem to be affected by her sarcasm. In fact, he seems to enjoy her sarcasm. He grins at her response and then gives her a small wink. “Oh yes a medal sounds nice, I will gladly accept it.” Haechan jokingly remarks back amused completely by the fact that a medal was there to congratulate him in the question. He gets closer to Yujin and looks down at her while still seated on his bed. He whispers to her “You’re not as tough as you think you are.”
“Back off will you?” She trails and puts some space between them with the chairs creating a space between the both patients. God he really doesn’t understand privacy nor space. “What are you in here for? Stalking?” Yujin throws a little mockingly but it was a genuine question too.
Enjoying the playing hard to get. Haechan has always been attracted to push and pull games. In fact he really much loves putting people in uncomfortable situations. He loves to lie for fun — he loves to confuse people and see a slight fear and disbelief in their eyes. Or discomfort on the eyebrows.
As he whispers in Yujin’s ear he puts his hand on her knee to make her more agitated. He leans in closer and whispers to her. He grins at her teasingly and looks Yujin up and down. He responds to her in such a childish question by saying. “Bingo!” Haechan lets out a playful laugh and pats Yujin’s knee.
Her fingers push off his hand as if he were a mere instinct to be squished between the sole of her shoes. “You can’t be serious?”
Haechan’s eyes widen as Yujin shoved his hand away. He chuckles at her reaction, clearly he likes getting a rise out of her. “I refuse to share my secrets. You have to earn that privilege.”
What a narcissist, Yujin thought in her head.
Footsteps stop in front of the table, a white cloak with the name tag on the side catches their attention.
“Hong Yujin time for your weigh in.” The doctor announces with a short smile given to the young girl. Standing up from the chair she didn’t bother to look back at Haechan, who was very much disappointed by the conversation ending so soon.
Seeing her walk away from behind made the future even more brighter and exciting for Haechan. She was his only sole of entertainment here.
But as for the young girl she was dreading the scale. Arriving at the doctors office there was only one thing on Yujin’s mind and that was early morning — when she had to eat something otherwise a tube was in order for her.
An ultimatum which had cons on each side wasn’t a very good ultimatum. But a much better idea than getting tubed out.
Yujin took a deep breath before stepping on the scale. Trying to suck in every inch of her stomach in wasn’t going to help.
The doctor looks down at the number.
One was happy. One was completely devastated.
Getting off the scale felt harder when you are knowing what number you stand on. Yujin feels a complete spiral waiting by the door.
Something gained, something earned…
“Congratulations Yujin. You gained a pound. If you keep up this work you can earn going back home permanently.” Writing down on the notepad and to add on the files. Yujin didn’t respond and looked around the room. “You may go back to your room. Keep up the good work.”
So discarding of the mental wellbeing. Yujin walked out instantly when dismissed and ran to the room closing it shut tight.
To the girl a pound was a lot. To her a pound meant the world crashing. Or to her a pound meant dying. It’s extreme right?
Filled up with guilt, Yujin did next what was needed. The ward was pretty secure on keeping Yujin from doing anything extreme. Exercise was forbidden. But that doesn’t stop Yujin from time to time doing press ups or sit ups in middle of the night.
Furthermore Yujin needed a quick release. She felt sick to her stomach from finding out that the weight changed. It’s like she can feel the entire fat in her body growing. How could a singular bread make you gain so much?
There was regret on her mind which made her nauseated. The girl kneels down to a plant and instead she did what was necessary for a relief — to take back what she gained.
Just as she did that. Stirring up on the plant pot. The door opens revealing a nurse doing round checks. A scream halters and a rush to stop the thin girl from throwing up her entire stomach out. Two nurses has to come in to do some restraining.
“Grab her! We can’t let her do that!”
Watching Yujin fight back and scream — cry even when she was midway throwing up every little food in that stomach could hold.
The other ward patients were curious and some laughed seeing Yujin try to vomit when this place had zero to none privacy. Haechan stood by the doorframe peeking in with a wide smirk. It wasn’t a pretty sight of the girl. Nonetheless the patients were all not going to forget that she tried to vomit in a ward heavily restricted like this.
“I didn’t think she had the balls to do that.” Haechan giggles a bit impressed with the situation. She’s already proving to be an interesting character to the boy.
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