Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆"Please, Eat."☆

[ Johnnie hasn't eaten anything in a couple days and it's worrying Jake. ]
TW: Partial eating d!sorder, angst
Talking about food.

If uncomfortable, please skip.

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It's been a few days, and Johnnie hasn't eaten anything. He just doesn't have the motivation too. Right now, he's in his room. Passed out in his bed, it's the middle of the afternoon.

"Johnnie, are you okay? You haven't eaten anything in days, and you're worrying me. I'm coming in." Jake says as he approaches Johnnie's door.

Johnnie stirs awake to the sound of Jake's voice, but doesn't budge. He just pulled the blanket over his head.

Jake pulls the blanket off of Johnnie, revealing his pale, gaunt face. He's still half asleep and doesn't seem to notice Jake's presence.

"Wha..?" Johnnie grunts as his slept in makeup eyes open. He blinks a few times, and his vision clears. Revealing to himself that Jake is in his bedroom.

"Johnnie, you need to eat something." Jake says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

Johnnie grunts in disagreement, pulling the blanket back and rolling onto his side. His back is facing Jake. "I'm not hungry."

Jake speaks softly. "Johnnie, I know you're going through a lot right now, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You're starving yourself, and it's not healthy. I know it's hard, but you need to try and eat something."

A sigh left the emo's lips as he sits up in his bed. His black emo hair is a whacky mess from the amount of oversleeping he has been doing. His eyes look up to the ceiling but this time he doesn't speak.

"Look at me, Johnnie." Jake says, trying to get his attention. "I know you're not in the mood to talk right now, but I need you to listen to me. I'm worried about you, and I don't want to see you like this. I want to help you, but I can't do that if you won't let me."

Johnnie's eyes slowly looked away from his ceiling and over to his computer before his gaze went onto Jake's face. "I told you, I'm not hungry."

Jake sighs. "You're always not hungry. That's the problem. You need to eat something, even if it's just a small snack. You're going to make yourself sick if you keep this up."

Johnnie felt himself tear up at Jake's words. He avoided looking at the punk now. Just staring at his guitar across the room.

Jake notices Johnnie's eyes filling with tears and feels bad for being so harsh. He moves closer to him and wraps his arms around him. "I'm sorry, I just care about you, and I don't want to see you suffer like this. Can you please just eat something? Even if it's just a little bit?"

"I don't know if I can," Johnnie replied. Laying his head onto Jake's shoulder, and hiding his face into the crook of Jake's neck.

Jake runs his fingers through Johnnie's hair. "I know it's hard, but you have to try. I'll be here with you the whole time. I'll even hold your hand if you want me to. But you have to eat something."

Johnnie pulls back, nodding his head. Looking at his lap before he gets up. "Okay." he whispered.

Jake smiles at him, relieved that he agreed. "Thank you. I'll make you something light, okay? Do you want me to make you some toast or something?"