junhan

Weekends, you don't have to go to school. The darkness from the street reached the bedroom through the glass, plunging the room into darkness. Snowfall can be seen outside the window. Junhan gets out of bed with the creaking of springs in the mattress. His hair is disheveled. Heading to a small full-length mirror by the closet, he turns on a dim garland that is wrapped around the mirror's black frame. You're lying in bed, waiting for Junhan to lie down to cuddle with you under the covers.

Junhan runs his hand over his poor thin body. He looks exhausted from a hard day at school, and now he sees in the reflection of the mirror a skinny, pale, bony body that he is dissatisfied with.