Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆"Johnnie, Eat Please."☆

[ TW: eating dis0rder, depression, mental illness ]

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Johnnie hasn't eaten or moved out of his bed in days. He was barely sleeping and barely eating. Occasionally a snack but that's about it.

At the moment, Johnnie is oversleeping in his bed.

Jake sighed, he was worried about Johnnie. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. He gently shook him awake.

"Johnnie..?" He said quietly.

Johnnie groaned as he is being shaken awake. Jake can really feel the effects of Johnnie's lack of nutrition. And visibly see it too since the emo was currently shirtless in his bed.

Jake's eyes widened as he saw how much weight Johnnie had lost. He placed a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it.
"You haven't been eating, have you?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

Johnnie just stared at the wall, in his slept in makeup. He didn't want to look at Jake.

Jake's heart sank at Johnnie's silence. He gently cupped his face and turned it towards him, making Johnnie look at him."Please, talk to me.." He said, his voice soft and pleading.

Jake's eyes widened as he saw the dark circles under Johnnie's eyes, the paleness of his skin, and the overall exhaustion on his face. He felt a pang of guilt for not noticing sooner.

"Oh, love.." He said, his voice filled with concern. "When was the last time you ate anything?"

Johnnie sits up, he shrugged. "Awhile ago." He replied, his voice even sounded exhausted and drained.

Jake's heart broke as he heard Johnnie's response. He wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace, holding him close.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself, love.. you need to eat and take care of yourself." He said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and affection.

Jake felt the bones in Johnnie's body as he held him close. He could feel how fragile and weak he was, and it only made him more worried.

"I'm fine, Jake." Johnnie dismissed as he pulled back, his ribs are visibly showing too as he got up to grab a shirt.

Jake watched as Johnnie got up and grabbed a shirt. He could see his ribs clearly and it only confirmed his suspicions.

"You're not fine, Johnnie." He said firmly. "You're starving yourself, and you look like you haven't slept in days. Please, let me help you.."

"Jake, i told you I'm fine. I'm just losing a few pounds," Johnnie replied as he slipped the shirt on over himself.

Jake shook his head, frustration and worry etched on his face.

"This isn't just about losing a few pounds, Johnnie. You're not taking care of yourself, and it's worrying me sick."
He stood up and walked over to Johnnie, grabbing his hand."Please, stop pushing me away and let me help you. I care about you, and I hate seeing you like this."

"Jake, i told you! Are you deaf? So what if i lost a few pounds, it's better for me too. Besides, it's not a lot." Johnnie disregarded it.

Jake clenched his jaw, trying to keep his frustration in check.

"You're not listening to me, Johnnie. You're starving yourself, and that's not okay. It's not healthy, and it's not better for you. You're so much more than just your weight, and I hate that you don't see that."He squeezed Johnnie's hand gently, his voice pleading."Please, I'm begging you.. let me help you. Let me take care of you. I can't stand seeing you like this."