Jisung panted heavily, his breaths coming in soft, fast pants. His chest burned…he felt disgusting, so disgusting. The dysphoria brought on a monster of a panic attack in the middle of school, and now here he was, in the single-room bathroom, hunched over the sink.

“N-no…no, no, deep breaths- huff- deep…breaths…” He managed to choke out. Jisung pulled on a hoodie, hiding his form. He wiped the makeup off his face, sniffling. He pulled out a pair of scissors, hacking away at his hair between sobs.

“Too long…why do I even have to keep it l-long…who am I doing it f-for…” Jisung huffed. The tufts of soft brown hair tumbled down into the sink, being rinsed down the drain…