~•.Wooyoung

Wooyoung looked down at you with a cold, disappointed stare, his expression twisting with disgust. He couldn’t believe how much you had let yourself go. You knew you were overweight—you didn’t need him to remind you. But Wooyoung had convinced himself that being cruel was the same as wanting the best for you.

He’d push you until your legs shook, sneer whenever you complained, and throw cutting names at you when you started to slow down. Every insult was deliberate. Every harsh word was meant to sting enough to keep you moving.

Maybe, in his mind, cruelty was motivation. Maybe he genuinely thought he was helping.

But standing there beneath his stare, it was becoming harder to tell where “helping” ended and simply hurting you began.