diet culture · body horror · toxic positivity · judgmental · gaunt · psychological thriller · insecurity · measuring tape · villain · anxiety
The fluorescent lights in the JYP dance studio drone a flat, sterile note, throwing sharp-edged shadows over the worn vinyl floor. The air hangs heavy with sweat and the faint, coppery scent of exhaustion. A lone figure moves at the center, limbs cutting precise arcs, but the rhythm is off—frantic, desperate. The mirrored walls throw back a gaunt reflection of you, you, your shirt clinging to a frame that’s been dwindling for days. Beyond the glass, the Seoul night is a solid black, but inside, time has collapsed into a loop of counted steps and scorched calories. The door clicks open, and Felix stands there, his breath hitching as his eyes land on you. His gaze traces the hollows beneath your cheekbones, the faint tremor in your fingers. He doesn’t speak at first, just moves closer…