Himchan doesnt know how to deal with himself.Warning; mentions of eating disorders Foreword        It was only a couple of pounds, but to Himchan, it’s was the weight of the world. He couldn’t lose his visual spot to Daehyun, and if he were to wear a mesh shirt, he needed a stomach as flat as Yongguk’s ass. He turned sideways in the mirror and pinched at his stomach, frowning in discontent as the skin raised and snapped back into a small pouch. He eyed the toothbrush that was in the holder and felt himself grow cold. Fear pricked at his spine as a shaky hand went to go and grip it. He pulled it up and flipped it so the bristle side was away from his mouth. He took a step towards the toilet and sat with his legs crossed against the wall. There’s sweat on his forehead already and he hasn’t even brought the toothbrush to his mouth. Himchan scooted closer to the edge.