"My love, it's time to go!"

You yell up to Ranboo, who hid in yalls bedroom. He was nuzzled in the corner, wearing his black t-shirt and dark grey jeans. He had a black amd white mask on, and his black sunglass on, coveting his face. But the thing was, he was scared. The 17 yr old had never wanted to talk about his feelings and facial dysmorphia to a stranger, but here we are. You heard a soft yell back, hearing him choke back tears.

"I don't wanna..."