𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 | JEONGCHAN

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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As I made my way downstairs, still lingering thoughts of Hyunjin remained in my head, the sound of my footsteps echoed through the empty house. The subtle dim lit golden lights were mesmerizing as I walked down the stairs.

My heart raced with anticipation, for I had caught a glimpse of Chan. Like always he was mildly attractive, sitting at the kitchen table.

As I descended, I couldn't help but steal quick glances towards Chan, he was captivating. The soft clinking of cutlery against plates filled the air. The smell of food flooding my senses. I kept my composure at my best.

Finally, I reached the bottom of the staircase, my eyes fixated on the figure seated at the table. I strode towards Chan, each moment growing more and more alluring.

I took note of how his presence was undeniably charming.

As I reached the kitchen, my heart pulsed in my chest, and a mixture of nervousness and excitement overwhelmed me. Standing there, taking in the sight before me, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, secretly hoping to catch his eye, to engage in a momentary connection that would leave an indelible mark on my memory.

As if on command Chan looks at me. He motions a seat in front of him and I take it. As I sit down Chan gets up goin to the stove. I hear plates clatter as I secretly scratch at my arm.

I stop, being interrupted by Chans arm reaching over me. He placed,

A

Full

Plate

Of

Food

My eyes widened. My head tilted towards Chan, he walked and sat back in his seat. He looked at me and my eyes began to wander, everywhere but at his gaze.

"I already ate-"

"Eat." He sternly says.

Confused my eyes reluctantly fixed upon the table where food lay before me. Each morsel felt like a ticking time bomb, a threat to my fragile sense of control.

The fear of gaining weight, of losing control, consumed my thoughts, drowning out any rationality. Each bite, each calorie, seemed to hold the power to diminish my worth and define my existence.

As I sat, vulnerability gripped me. The sight of the food laid bare before me triggered a surge of panic, a desperate desire to escape this never-ending battle. My eyes darted anxiously from plate to Chan. My hands trembled as I picked up th utensils.

I felt trapped, imprisoned by the distorted perception of my own self-image. Every bite had become a battleground, and every meal was a source of silent torment. The constant fear of judgment.

I began sweating as I got a good fork full of food. My heart, beating out my chest.

"Jeongin?"

I quickly let my gaze shift to Chan. He had a blank face.

"I heard about what happened between you and your ex." My eyes widened.

"Jisung also let me know about your seizure and how you haven't been eating properly."

I just stared at him. It felt like everyone knew everything about me, except me. Although his expression was nothing of concern. His eyes told a different story. The warm comforting eyes that held stars in them showed worry.

A feeling of overstimulation and overwhelming emotions and thoughts came through me. Tears were on the brink of coming from me.

"Jeongin I'm gonna ask you a very important question, so just please answer"

I nodded, unable to take in his eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I subtly scratch at my sore arm. Taking in deep quick breaths.

"Do you have an eating disorder?"

My face was blank, I brought my attention straight to his face, me and him holding eye contact. My mouth opened slightly and my eyes were wide. Pure terror was drawn across my face. I was starting to sweat.

I shook my head slowly and stood up aggressively, my chair falling back. Nerves and anxiety coursed through my veins. My battle with an eating disorder-that I had hoped to remain hidden, even within myself-was now the center of attention.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked aggressively. I have to deny this.

"I'm not stupid, I pay attention."

"You're just assuming. You don't know anything."

Chan stood up slowly. There was a deep sense of unease fluttering in my chest. I was pale by this point. I wearily watched as he made his way towards me. A million thoughts raced through my mind, preparing me for an onslaught of questions I had never fully prepared answers for.

Chan stopped not too far from me. He looked at me in my eyes. Grabbing a napkin that was on the table he pressed it on my forehead, dapping the drops of sweat. The contact immediately made me shudder.

"I know a lot more than you think I do Jeongin."

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END

Is Jeongin taking major interest in Chan?

Will Jeongin lie?

Does Chan have unsaid feelings towards Jeongin?

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A/N

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