Run
It (does)n’t happen - intermediate -
Minho stopped near some bushes away from other people out for a morning walks or business to throw up what little was in his stomach from dinner the night before. He sniffed and coughed while wiping his mouth and stepping back. A hand quickly reached back to the tone wall beside him to keep his balance, head spinning slightly. He breathed deeply, trying to gain control again. Exercising was something he’s liked since he was young, but if he were being honest it’s something he pushed further than usual – too far for his body that still didn’t get enough nutrition it needed, not like it used to.
He pushed himself because it was a distraction and helped keep his focus on his sports, his team - goals. He needed to be focused on that because he couldn’t be kicked off the team. He needed it to prove himself again. It was at least something to strive for.
This could do when he was unable to pull a sharp blade over his skin.
Minho began running again with a slow jog, head shaking. He wiped sweat from his face and carried on his weekend morning run. After a run he’ll workout a bit in his room alone. Quiet. Too quiet, really.
Minho ended up working out much longer than he had planned - that morning routine stretching just a little longer and longer, he kept telling himself. He sat in the shower after, trying to keep his nausea away and body too wobbly to stand upright properly. Warm water splashed on his head while he took in deep breaths. He needed to calm down.
He ate dinner later that night, as much as he could force because he was with family and didn’t want them worrying. Minho repeated the same routine the next morning. Workouts grow more intense and harder on his body, not that he paid much attention to it. Like other things, it was now an escape and made him feel accomplished. The downside, he couldn’t care. Maybe as silly as it was, he could somehow sweat the bad away. He could try at least.
It also kept him motivated to stay around for his team.
This would work. This would make his family proud again.
The vomiting thing, he wasn’t sure he would ever get used that even with his appetite still the smallest it’s ever been growing up.
Running, his favorite part of his new routine, was now a feeling he couldn’t even describe. It was different now. He wasn’t going to stop.
Problems left while he ran. He wouldn’t stop for anyone.
He couldn’t.
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