Jisung felt so disconnected
from the world as it spun
around him.
Even the smallest of dance moves made
his vision spin, and his mind do flips.
He wore long sleeves and long
pants to shield his fat self from his
members, not they haven't already
noticed his ballooned form.
He staggered, his breaths coming in
sharp pants. He finally noticed he was
no longer sweating.
The last thing he heard before feeling his eyes
roll back into darkness with the disappointed
tsk coming from the voice.
"Good job Jisung,
now you've burdened your teammates
with your fat ass.
I gave you one job,
why can't you stop failing?"