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Intro. Tablespoons They were best friends since they were kids, but at sixteen, Taehyung started to look at him differently. Not with infatuation, but with alarm. Jungkook was getting lost little by little. Not in the body, because he was never skinny, or fat, or anything like that that people point out. It was normal. But inside it was breaking. He ate and blamed himself. He cried silently. He vomited when he could. And sometimes, when he couldn't, too. Every now and then, panic invaded his chest like a thud. And he didn't know what to do but hide. Taehyung knew everything. And he didn't let it go. He chased it with spoonfuls, with cut fruit in a tupperware, with warm rice in a bowl. She spoke to him as if scolding him was saving him. As if forcing him to eat is his way of saying "I love you and I'm not going to let you down". And Jungkook couldn't always. But he tried. Because Taehyung stayed there, next to him, even when he trembled. Even when I told him no. Even when there was nothing left in his stomach.

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