As he walked away, Hakyeon entered the dressing room and went directly towards the washroom. He entered the cabin and was so relieved when he didnt find anyone, he closed the door behind him and fell on his knees. 

Just after his conversation ended with the photographer, Hakyeon couldnt wait until he gets off that place. His tomach twisted as if he was extreamly disgusted with something and as if he saw something grose that made him want to vomit and in this case, Hakyeon was disgusted by his own reflection.

He couldnt stand that photographer, if it wasnt for the fans and because that he didnt want to creat a fuss or bring up a problem for his memebers and manager, he could have just stormed at him. Hakyeon really feels disgusted with himself and hates the fact that he couldnt react to the man and that he had to keep up with the boys' comments as well.

He fell on his knees, and right in the toilet bowl, he vomited so hard that he could feel his heart about to come out as well with whatever little food he had in his system. It was hard for him to breath as the action repeated itself for the next 15 minutes and Hakyeon was about to fall. He finally leaned against the door, his legs in front of him, panting and breathing heavily. He hoped and wished that no one would see him but deep down, he begged for someone to find him.

As he tried to stand up, his legs buckled, his vision blurred and he was hit by a wave of dizziness that knocked him right back at the floor again. He leaned again at the cabinet's door, his eyes feeling heavier by the seconds, he clutched the fabric around his chest so hard as the burning feeling came back again. Hakyeon c