The music in the practice room finally stopped. The skinny figure let himself slide down against the mirror. He’d been dancing non-stop for hours. He was tired, and hungry, but he’d ignored the signs. One, he didn’t have time to waste, he had to perfect the steps. Two, he’s on a diet, because he thinks that any weight gained would affect his ability to dance well, and his image too.

The door slowly creeped open, and in poked a goofy grin on a long giraffe’s neck. “Lunch?”

“It’s ok hyung, I’ll pass.” The skinny boy stood up from his spot and wiped himself dry. His wifebeater was soaked in perspiration. Grabbing a loose tee from his bag, he swiftly pulled off the wifebeater, exposing a body… of bones jutting out of thin, pale skin.