Taemin stood in front of his mirror. It was 3 am and yet he wasn't sleeping, no he was far from it. He stood there, looking at himself, pointing out his small flaws. Taemin hated the extra fat on his hips that just wouldn't disappear, the part on his thighs that jiggled. He needed to work harder. Now that Minho knows what he looks like beyond his shirt, he must be horrified. Minho must never want to see Taemin again. A tear slid down his cheek as he thought about losing a friend that he hadn't even kept for a day. 

"You disgusting pig." He whispered to himself, only speaking the truth. 

In times like these, Taemin did the one thing he could; exercise. From 3 am until 5 am he was exercising his off, jogging around his room and doing 100 sets of sit ups and push ups. Even after two hours he was far from satisfied. Taemin ignored the intercom's annoying voice asking for all guests to enter the showers. 

"Not today" Taemin thought as he got up for his third set of 100 laps of his room. With sweat now dripping off of his body, he sat down, too dizzy to do another set of running. 

Taemin heard a light tapping at his door followed by a light voice. "Taemin? Can I come in?" 

When Taemin didn't reply, she knocked harder. "Taemin?" She worriedly asked. 

"No." he called out to the door, still catching his breath. 

"Taemin you have to come out of your room, it's the rules. If you come out now we will give you anything you want!" She pleaded through the door as if her life depended on it. 

"I want to be alone. Can I have that?" He snapped back, getting annoyed at the fact that he isn't exercising.  

"If you come out we will find a quiet place for you to sit." She tried to tempt Taemin into coming out. 

"No! Leave me alone!" He cried, throwing his pillow at the door. He used his anger to fuel him, getting into sit up position and beginning. 

"Please Taemin? You have therapy today, you can talk about this there!" She tried to reason, Taemin completely ignoring her. 

After a while he stopped hearing her light rapping on the door. 

He continued his sit ups, letting a tear run down his face at the burning feeling of his muscles being worked over time. 

Being satisfied for now, Taemin laid down in his bed, deciding to get a bit of rest to make up for the lack of sleep he had last night. Just as he was about to fall asleep he heard another knock at the door, this time louder. 

"Taemin." Minho's deep voice boomed through the door and into Taemin's ears, making him shoot up in his bed. 

"Taemin open the door." He commanded, and Taemin listened. He hopped out of bed and opened his door slowly. Minho crept inside, closing the door behind him. 

"You're a mess." Minho whispered, pulling Taemin in for a hug. 

Tears flooded out of Taemin's eyes and onto Minho's blazer. Noticing this, he quickly pulled away. 

"I'm sorry!" He cried, wiping Minho's shoulder, only making the stain bigger. 

Minho replied by pulling the thin boy in for another hug, comforting him. 

It took at least 30 minutes to calm the boy down, now sitting on the bed. 

"What's wrong?" He asked once Taemin's sobs turned into slight whimpers. 

Although he had seen every inch of his stomach, he was still there for Taemin. This made Taemin feel slightly disgusted. How could he continue talking to a fat pig like Taemin? It confused Taemin. When he didn't reply to Minho's question, Minho wrapped his arm around Taemin's shoulders, feeling as if they might snap if he puts any more pressure on them. 

"You can tell me. You are the first patient that I have ever felt a connection with. Something about you makes me want to fix you. I really do, so just tell me how and I will."

"That's the thing! I don't need to be "fixed" I'm perfectly fine the way I am!" Taemin shouted, tears welling up in his eyes once again. 

"Shh." Minho whispered, patting Taemin's back. "If you were fine then you wouldn't be here. I'm healthy for my age and I am at least 10 times bigger than you." 

Taemin didn't reply, knowing that he was at fault here. He begged to god that this was a dream. There was no possible way that this was happening to him, of all people. Taemin was a good boy, he never did anything wrong, and yet here he is in the worst situation of his life. He doesn't even know if he can trust Minho, he had only known him for four days now. 

"Come on, let's get you to the showers." Minho smiled, helping Taemin up. 

Taemin continued to sniffle as they made their way to the showers, Minho making small talk to distract the boy. 

"I'll wait out here for you to get finished." Minho said, opening the door for Taemin. "Everyone else is at breakfast so take your time." 

Taemin nodded, walking into the dark room. He flipped the light switch and continued on to pick a shower. He decided on the one farthest away from the door, just in case someone decided to walk in. Maybe he'd get lucky and Minho would leave, allowing him to stay in the shower all day. He turned the water on, freezing cold water blasting out. Taemin hated cold showers, but he read online that you burn more calories that way, so he complied. He stepped into the shower, shivering at the harsh droplets pouring onto his skin. It wasn't too bad once he had gotten used to the water. As he was washing his hair, he heard a knock on the door to the hallway. 

"Taemin are you ok? It's been 30 minutes." Minho asked, his deep voice sending shivers down his spine. 

"In fine, just washing my hair." He replied, sighing. 

"You forgot clothes to bring in, do you want me to get you some?" Minho questioned, not leaving Taemin to shower in peace. 

"Sure." He called out, not even realizing what Minho had said. 

"Ok I'll be right back!" 

Taemin jumped out of the shower, warmth filling his body once again. He grabbed a towel and dried himself, realizing what Minho must have said since he had no clothing. Taemin froze as he heard a knock at the door. 

"Are you decent?" Minho asked. 

"Um, yes?" Taemin replied, unsure if covered by a towel is 'decent'. 

Minho walked in carrying clothes from Taemin's room. He blushed as he saw his underwear laid out on top for the world to see. 

"I hope this is ok, I wasn't sure what to bring. I brought you a sweatshirt too because it's a little cold in here today." He smiled, setting the clothes on the bench. After fulfilling his quest, Minho didn't move and inch. 

"You can go..." Taemin began, anxiousness filling his body. 

"I'm going to stay to make sure you're ok." Minho stated, turning around.

 "You can change, I won't look."