【Beyond Birthday X Reader】

Chapter 4

You wanted to step back but your body refused.

"No, you don't,"

You stared into his eyes, nodding slightly. You didn't know what else to do other than to just agree with him. The sinister look that was on his face disappeared and turned into a smile,

"Good,"

He walked over to the door that led to the kitchen,

"Hungry?"

You shook your head, you had lost your appetite. Watching him change attitudes so quickly was concerning.

"Well you haven't eaten anything since yesterday,"

He said, pushing the door open.

"So you're going to eat."

You nodded.

"Seriously (N/N)? You're not going to talk to me?"

You just followed him through the door and sat down in one of the chairs, keeping quiet. Beyond was making coffee, well, his overly-sugary version of coffee. When he was done he sat, no, crouched across from you, sipping on his "coffee", it was barely a liquid because of all the sugar. You watched as he drank.

"What can I get for you?"

Beyond asked, putting the cup down.

"Nothing,"

You said looking down to your lap, fiddling with your hands. He sighed, taking another sip of his coffee.

"You need to eat,"

"I'm not hungry,"

"What's your problem!?"

He said angrily, switching once again,

"Stop being stupid, you have to eat! You'll starve! Just...."

He paused, taking a breath and calming down.

"Just eat. Please."

His sudden outburst had scared you, you could feel tears start to roll down your cheeks. He stared at you, you could see that he felt bad. You wiped your tears with the back of hand and got up, walking to the cupboard. You opened it, seeing the cupboard was mostly empty, except for a few packets of sweets, some tea bags and coffee. You decided on tea, grabbing one of the tea-bags and turning on the kettle that was sitting on the counter. As you waited, you looked around the small kitchen. You could feel Beyond's eyes on you, watching your every move; it was uncomfortable. You looked at your feet, avoiding his gaze.

"Why are you staring at me?"

You asked, turning back to the kettle as it started to bubble.

"Doesn't matter,"

He replies, looking down to his now half empty cup of "coffee". The kettle finished, the water still once again. You poured it into a mug, making your tea and then sat opposite Beyond. Beyond was still staring at his mug.