As sweet as honey // Chanin Fan fiction

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The rest of the school day was just shit, the whole time Jeongin blamed himself for being naive and believing San everything he said. To be honest, he really liked the older, not like in an romantic way, but like friends.

But as he slowly started to overthink and ask himself if his other friends were fake too or if they wanted to use him in any way, he was just sad.

Sometimes San walked past him and tried to talk to him, but the younger attempt to ignore him.

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As he got home his parents weren't there, so he just ran right to his room, not stopping in the kitchen to eat something, he wasn't hungry anyways.

Entering his room, he immediately threw himself onto the bed, cuddling into his warm blanket and trying to have a rest. But as soon as he started to fall asleep his phone beep.

He sat up, attempting to hold his eyes open and not to fall asleep again. Looking at the screen he saw Sans name, he got a massage from him.

San

Hey

You okey?

Why aren't you responding?

Hey?

Did I do something?

You can come to my place 

and we can talk, please? 

Jeongin-ahhhhhhh? 

Jeongin put his phone on the bedside table and lay back in his bed, not wanting to stand up.

But as he looked at the clock that hung over his desk, he forced himself to stand up. It was already 4p.m. and he hasn't done nothing for school yet.

Slowly walking over to his desk he sat down and pulled out his stuff to make homework and learn afterwards. His thoughts kept drifting back to San and what he could have done to him if Chan hadn't warned him. Jeongin still couldn't believe it, but he knew that it was true and that his greenness and the way he looked probably was what triggered the older.

And it was true, he looked like a little defensive less target with his braces and the way he was dressed, and it wasn't helping that he wasn't tall or strong, he was weak. But he couldn't change that at the moment, he just couldn't get his self to eat something, especially nothing with a lot of calories.

Jeongin leaned back and tried to push theses thoughts away, so that he could concentrate again, not wanting to become bad in school. That was really the last thing the needed at the moment.

So looking at the book in front of him, focusing on the tasks in it.

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As the boy finished his work for today it was already 8p.m and he was tired. Very tired, but he knew he had to eat something and when his parents aren't there to force him to eat, then he had to do it himself.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, to the fridge and opened it, looking for something that wasn't too big or too much to eat. After a bunch of minutes he found his meal from yesterday that he couldn't finish, rice, roasted meet with some sauce and salad.

He walked over to the dining table, sat down and placed the food in front of him on a white big plate, so that it looked less to eat for him.

An oppressive feeling spread in his chest, slowly choking his breath as he looked at the food in front of him. Slowly creeping into the rest of his body, making the younger's hands tremble.

To get it over quickly, he took the fork and stuffed everything into his mouth, shrugging and trying not to throw up what he had eaten straight away.

After he swallowed everything he just sat there, staring at the bare plate.

The turning of the key in the front door let him snap in again. "Innie, I'm home again!" his mom shouted from the entrance area of the apartment. Her footsteps got louder as she walked the way to the kitchen. As she opened the door, she lay her purse on the counter and sat down beside him, smiling at her son.

"How was your day sweetheart?" she took the plate in front of Jeongin and put it in the sink. "You ate?" her son nodded. "That's good, I'm proud of you" she smiled again and took her son's hands in her own " was it hard for you this time too?"

She knew that Jeongin had his problems with eating at the moment, but she tried to handle it the best way possible, and it really helps him, not much, but it does.

Her son nodded again. "It's okey, it's getting better soon, I promise..." his mum gave him a big cheering smile and squeezed his hands, but then she squinted her eyes " Why are you still awake young man?" she was normally very chilled with his bedtime, but as he started to have these problems she gave him times when he should go to bed, so that he could get his energy from sleeping enough as long as he's not eating properly.

Jeongins eyes widened at the mentioning of that.

"Just joking, but you really have to got to sleep now. It's already 8 30." 

"Okey, but where's dad?"

His mums face darkened a bit "We got in a little fight at the theater and now he's sleeping at a hotel... I didn't want that he lets his anger out on you" she said, playing with her son's hands.

To be honest, Jeongin was kinda happy that his father wasn't with them that night, he loved his mother more anyways. And his father just means trouble for him, so it was no problem. 

He stood up, walking to the door that brings you out of the kitchen to the other rooms. But as he walked passed the door he stopped, debating if he should tell his mum about his current situation with San, but he decided to just leave it alone.

"Is something wrong Innie?"

He looked at his mother. " Nothing, goodnight, love you" with that he quickly left the kitchen and walked into his room. Before he closed the door he could hear his mother shouting ,goodnight and love you too'.