pretty | knj. + jjk.

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Kim Ryeowook - the little prince

*implied eating disorders and unhealthy habits* *please know your limits*
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"Can you eat for me? Just a lil' bit, Gguk?"

The smell of rice and stir fried meat and vegetables made him nauseous.

He could feel his stomach churn and tears prick at his eyes. Jeongguk vigorously shook his head, digging a sweater covered fist into one of his eye sockets. Namjoon reached forward and gently coaxed the fist away, afraid of Jeongguk getting more hurt. He tenderly held both his hands in one of his larger ones, keeping them on Jeongguk's lap, making sure that he didn't make direct contact with the skin of Jeongguk's hands or fingers.

"It's okay, it's okay. Can you tell me why, angel? You don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable." Jeongguk sniffled, blinking hard in efforts to keep his tears at bay. He could feel a burning sensation in the back of his throat.

"Make me feel all icky an' not good. An' if I eat m' gon' get fat a-an' even more ugly." Jeongguk squirmed a tiny bit as he spoke.

Namjoon stepped closer to Jeongguk, squatting down in front of him.

"Can I ask you another question angel? Remember that if you don't wanna answer you don't have to." Jeongguk nodded his head with no hesitation.

"Did someone tell you that?" The raven-head paused, not answering right away. Namjoon patiently waited, not wanting to put pressure on the younger. After a few heavy seconds, Jeongguk nodded his head, looking down at his lap, avoiding Namjoon's eyes.

"Can you tell me who told you that, angel?"

Jeongguk gulped, beginning to fidget with his fingers. He gently gnawed on his lower lip, continuing to blink away his tears. Feeling his throat begin to tighten and burn, Jeongguk's exterior slowly began to crumble as the first few tears slipped past his eyes and onto the back of Namjoon's hands.

He tightened his grip around Namjoon's hands, trying not to completely break down.

Standing up, Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jeongguk's tiny frame and lifted him up and sat down in his spot, placing him on his lap. (Jeongguk is not quite straddling him, but more like Namjoon was holding him bridal style and put him on his lap) Jeongguk wrapped his arms around Namjoon's shoulders and sobbed into his neck, his entire body shaking with his cries.

Namjoon continued to have both his arms around the younger, running a gentle hand up and down the expanse of his back. He carefully slipped his hand underneath the sweater, being cautious not to go underneath his shirt.

He could feel every bone and bump on the younger's body, even through a layer of clothing.

The taller closed his eyes, and took deep shallow breaths.

"You're okay beautiful. M' sorry that I upset you angel."

The fabric of the sweater fell back from Jeongguk's fingers as Namjoon slowly lifted one of Jeongguk's hands to his lips, making sure that Jeongguk was okay with him touching his hand. When Jeongguk didn't fight, he placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, running his thumb gently over his knuckles.

"Everything's gonna be okay. You're gon' be okay Gguk."