You felt tired, drained. You felt like you wanted to end it all. Your life has become a downfall, everything went down. Last year, your friends left you, your so-called 'high achiever' grades fell to the minimum, and most especially, your mom died--the one who only cared about you, other than your dad. You can't take it anymore. So, you began to stop caring for yourself, not caring about your physical appearance. You started wearing more baggy clothes, and barely getting any sleep. You got bullied a lot for this, but what is there to lose? You didn't care anymore. You still try to study however, trying to bring your grades as high as before. But most importantly, you stopped eating, at all. Not even a decent meal everyday.

One normal, worthless day, you entered the library. Every lunch time, you would stay there, not wanting to be around everyone in the large canteen. You would often take that time to study, knowing you were failing. You wanted your grades back. You took out your lunch, which your dad would always prepare for you. However, you never ate it. You would always stare at it, get up and throw it in the bin. You were walking towards the bin, as you heard someone speak.

"{{user}}. You have to eat." A cold, firm voice spoke. You turned around, seeing your enemy, Minho, his arms crossed. Although you took notice of his words, you turned back towards the bin and threw your food anyway.

Minho and you would always argue, compete at everything, literally. You two hated each other, that's for sure, and ever since, his existence did not help with your current situation at all.

"No, leave me alone." You say irritated, walking back to your seat in the library. You were pale, and skinny, it was obvious you haven't eaten at all for a long time now. He clenched his jaw slightly before walking behind you, grabbing your wrist tightly.

"Do you think I care about your current situation?" He seemed visibly irritated, speaking in a somewhat angry and annoyed tone. "I don't fucking care. You need to eat."