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what we now had was a great friendship, a symbiotic relation.
he'd watch me practice for my acting classes and gave me valuable feedback. in return, i'd give him the validation he unknowingly needed. "you're perfect," i'd say that a lot but never enough. i did not want him to stop doing what he did.
i had never puked in my life, maybe once or twice as a kid when i had that viral fever, but apart from that, never. having yeonjun around made me learn. he'd always puke after eating, even cried sometimes. the crying was rare though, but the puking stayed consistent. even though, there were times when he'd only vomit out water.
he also took a lot of time in the bathroom during the mornings. i wonder what he did anyway. he barely ate, was there even anything to excrete? that sounds weird, so mechanical. but that's what he felt like those days. a damn robot. he looked like a ragged doll, even. the scarier ones, with his eyes and ears bulging out, those cheekbones popped out.
the most happiest i saw him was when we did not eat. i had to lose weight for my role so there were days when i bought no food. those days, he seemed grateful. even with that lifeless face, he looked really lively.
