YunChun
Title: Streamline
Author: Gimmick gimmick_
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YunChun
Genre: Drama, Semi-angst
Summary: They don't like what the see in the mirror.
Comments: D: Meh...this depressed me a bit. Please don't assume anything about this piece. Its just fiction.
The pants that had three months ago fit him perfectly now slid loosely around his narrow hips, and he sighed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Shirtless with the jeans hanging far too low on him, he bit down on his lower lip. He’d always been thin but never like this. He’d never been able to count his ribs so easily. What once were subtle ridges under the smooth flesh were now protruding.
He looked disgusting…
He felt disgusting…
And there wasn’t a damn idea in his mind as to how he could fix it on his own.
Watching his lover from his spot, leaning against the door frame of the room, YunHo’s eyes traveled the expanse of YooChun’s back. The younger boy hadn’t yet noticed his reflection in the mirror. Arms crossed over his chest, the dancer sighed softly, eyes closing for a moment. What he saw twisted his heart, left him feel sick with concern for YooChun.
“You aren’t eating are you?” He finally spoke as he pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped inside the room.
YooChun’s head snapped up and his eyes adverted from his own reflection to the one behind him. “What the hell kind of question is that?”
“A perfectly legitimate one,” YunHo said firmly.
He let out one more sigh as he came behind YooChun and his arms slid gently around the other’s waist, looking over the bare chest in the mirror. He’d first noticed it weeks ago when he’d had the younger boy under him. His fingers didn’t miss the deepened indentations of his ribs or the protruding spinal disks that had never been so prominent before. It was then that he knew that YooChun wasn’t eating and just a few days after that he’d heard the unmistakable sounds of vomiting.
“I know you’re throwing up too.” YunHo murmured against his ear. Though he was trying to sound firm there was a trace of sadness in his voice. He couldn’t help it.
“I don’t throw up all the time. Believe me.” YooChun lowered his eyes to the ground, his brow knit in disgust and frustration. “Only when I need to look streamline…”
”The rest of us need do look that way too but we don’t resort to throwing up.” The older boy’s lips twisted into a frown.
YooChun didn’t answer but merely kept his eyes on the ground, not wanting to see the look in YunHo’s eyes. His lover could always wear a mask of stoicism but YooChun could read his eyes like they were an open book. YunHo wasn’t just a picture of masked deceit, at least not to him. He didn’t want to see the worry in the older one’s eyes. There was too much guilt.
YunHo’s hand slid from YooChun’s stomach up to the dips in his chest. They ran along the visible ribs and over the sternum. Placing a kiss on YooChun’s shoulder he sighed softly against the flesh. The youth was too thin, too damn thin. He looked into the mirror, willing YooChun to look at him, silently pleading with him. When the expressive brown eyes of his lover finally met his own, he locked their gazes, holding him loosely.
Something inside of YooChun weakened just as he’d known it would should he look into YunHo’s eyes. The eyes he’d been avoiding for the past however many weeks, just so he wouldn’t feel the guilt that would eat at him as it did now.
“Please…” YunHo murmured.
There was a slight nod and in a low voice, YooChun agreed. “I’ll get help.”
Author: Gimmick gimmick_
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YunChun
Genre: Drama, Semi-angst
Summary: They don't like what the see in the mirror.
Comments: D: Meh...this depressed me a bit. Please don't assume anything about this piece. Its just fiction.
The pants that had three months ago fit him perfectly now slid loosely around his narrow hips, and he sighed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Shirtless with the jeans hanging far too low on him, he bit down on his lower lip. He’d always been thin but never like this. He’d never been able to count his ribs so easily. What once were subtle ridges under the smooth flesh were now protruding.
He looked disgusting…
He felt disgusting…
And there wasn’t a damn idea in his mind as to how he could fix it on his own.
Watching his lover from his spot, leaning against the door frame of the room, YunHo’s eyes traveled the expanse of YooChun’s back. The younger boy hadn’t yet noticed his reflection in the mirror. Arms crossed over his chest, the dancer sighed softly, eyes closing for a moment. What he saw twisted his heart, left him feel sick with concern for YooChun.
“You aren’t eating are you?” He finally spoke as he pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped inside the room.
YooChun’s head snapped up and his eyes adverted from his own reflection to the one behind him. “What the hell kind of question is that?”
“A perfectly legitimate one,” YunHo said firmly.
He let out one more sigh as he came behind YooChun and his arms slid gently around the other’s waist, looking over the bare chest in the mirror. He’d first noticed it weeks ago when he’d had the younger boy under him. His fingers didn’t miss the deepened indentations of his ribs or the protruding spinal disks that had never been so prominent before. It was then that he knew that YooChun wasn’t eating and just a few days after that he’d heard the unmistakable sounds of vomiting.
“I know you’re throwing up too.” YunHo murmured against his ear. Though he was trying to sound firm there was a trace of sadness in his voice. He couldn’t help it.
“I don’t throw up all the time. Believe me.” YooChun lowered his eyes to the ground, his brow knit in disgust and frustration. “Only when I need to look streamline…”
”The rest of us need do look that way too but we don’t resort to throwing up.” The older boy’s lips twisted into a frown.
YooChun didn’t answer but merely kept his eyes on the ground, not wanting to see the look in YunHo’s eyes. His lover could always wear a mask of stoicism but YooChun could read his eyes like they were an open book. YunHo wasn’t just a picture of masked deceit, at least not to him. He didn’t want to see the worry in the older one’s eyes. There was too much guilt.
YunHo’s hand slid from YooChun’s stomach up to the dips in his chest. They ran along the visible ribs and over the sternum. Placing a kiss on YooChun’s shoulder he sighed softly against the flesh. The youth was too thin, too damn thin. He looked into the mirror, willing YooChun to look at him, silently pleading with him. When the expressive brown eyes of his lover finally met his own, he locked their gazes, holding him loosely.
Something inside of YooChun weakened just as he’d known it would should he look into YunHo’s eyes. The eyes he’d been avoiding for the past however many weeks, just so he wouldn’t feel the guilt that would eat at him as it did now.
“Please…” YunHo murmured.
There was a slight nod and in a low voice, YooChun agreed. “I’ll get help.”