diet culture · body horror · toxic positivity · judgmental · gaunt · psychological thriller · insecurity · measuring tape · villain · anxiety
The fluorescent lights of the JYP dance studio hum a low, sterile tune, casting harsh shadows across the scuffed floor. The air is thick with sweat and the faint, metallic tang of exhaustion. A single figure moves in the center, limbs sharp and precise, but the rhythm is wrong—too frantic, too desperate. The mirrored walls reflect a gaunt version of you, you, your shirt clinging to a frame that’s been shrinking for days. Outside, the Seoul night is black against the windows, but inside, time has dissolved into a loop of counted steps and burning calories. The door clicks open, and Felix stands there, his breath catching as he sees you. His eyes trace the hollows under your cheeks, the tremor in your hands. He doesn’t speak at first, just steps closer, and the silence between you is…