My Precious Mate

Perfect

"..I'm not hungry."

The words had the rest of the boys look up, eyebrows raised as they munched on their chicken. Jihu had looked especially offended at the words, setting a hand on his hip from where he stood near the stove. "Aish, seriously? You've been begging me to make this recipe again for months!" He reminded the dancer, and as Woobin felt six pairs of eyes on him, he bit into his cheek nervously. "I'll eat later, hyung. I'm really not hungry, I.. Already ate earlier, after practice I grabbed some food."

"You said you went to the gym after practice?" Junpyo cut in nonchalantly, chopsticks still pressed between his lips.

"I did," He admitted, licking his lips. "I ate on the way there. I bought street food." Another lie, though before anyone could comment again, he simply turned away, heading into the hall. "I'm going to shower,"

The remaining boys went back to their conversations and food, though Yijung clearly looked distressed at the previous ordeal. Woobin was lying, and he knew it. He could read his boyfriend easily, and that was probably why the elder hadn't made any eye contact with him since he'd gotten home.

"I'm sure everything's fine, Jungie. Probably just a bad day." He felt Jihu's hand on his shoulder, seeming to be the only other person who'd noticed the worry. Yijung gave him a sad smile, before going back to his food.

It was not just a bad day.

Woobin had been at this for weeks. Yijung can't remember the last time the shorter boy had eaten dinner with them (well, dinner as a group itself was a rarity because of their schedules), he was always out or about to go out or returning from being out and going straight to bed.

"Woobin hyung, are you still here?" Yijung asked as he stepped into the gym, noting the fact that it had been empty aside from the boy currently running the treadmill. He didn't stop or slow down, instead panting out a "Give me a few more minutes, Yijung."

Yijung went over and stood before it, crossing his arms and resting them on the front screen of the machine. "You've been in here all day," He frowned, and Woobin shook his head, still focused on running and sweating every last bit of his energy out. "Just a little more. I'm not done yet." He panted out, though Suddenly the machine's speed had gone down, and he looked up to see that Yijung had turned it off. "Aish, Jungie, I said–"

"I miss you," He cut him off, pouting at Woobin as the older boy stared at him momentarily. "We have the night off, I was thinking we could do something? Maybe we could go out and have sushi at that one restura–"

"I already ate." Woobin cut him off, pushing back his sweaty hair and leaning forward to press the touch screen again. Yijung frowned, turning it off again just before Woobin started. The older boy groaned, glaring over at him. "Okay, so no dinner. We could get ice cream go for a walk, like our first date? Strawberry?" He offered brightly, though Woobin tensed at the mention of the frozen treat.

"I-I don't really feel like ice cream, my throat kind of hurts," He lied, hoping that Yijung would just give up as he got off the treadmill, wrapping up his knuckles before the punching bag. The younger instead just took his hands, stopping him from throwing the first punch. "Then we can just go home. I think the others are out, too. We could have some us time?" He purred teasingly, nosing at his jaw with a chuckle though Woobin simply pulled away. This caused Yijung to frown; He was practically throwing himself at Woobin, what else did he want from him?

"I'm sorry, I just.. Want to spend some more time here. We can spend time together when I get home tonight."

"Or I can hang around here until you're done, I mean no one else is here.." He offered, smiling as he leaned in behind him, wrapping his arms around Woobin's waist and trying to ghost his fingertips along the skin of Woobin's hips, brushing them just above the waist band of his shorts, and before they could push his shirt up just slightly, Woobin's hands had grabbed onto his wrists to stop him. "No, Yijung. I said I was busy."

Yijung's eye brows went up at the words, and he pulled away almost instantly. "Yijung–I'm sor–"

"What is wrong with you lately?" He snapped, balling up his fists as he narrowed his eyes. "You're never home anymore. You never eat with us. You're always at the gym. When was the last time you even touched me?!" He continued to snap, feeling tears burning at the brims of his eyes. It had been weeks since they'd been intimate, it had even gotten to the point where Woobin didn't even feel comfortable changing in front of him anymore.

Woobin had no response, instead frowning a bit at the words and swallowing his guilt, tempted to just turn away and go back to his work out, but he knew Yijung could only handle so much. That, and his vision was beginning to get a little hazy the more he moved.

"Answer me!" He shouted, causing Woobin to wince, before reaching out to rest a hand into the punching bag for balance. He could tell Yijung was going to shout again, though that was about the last thing he'd seen before his vision had gone black, when his hearing had gone static, and the last thing he'd felt was a sharp pain to the side of his head.

"Woobin!!"

When Woobin had woken up, his gaze was met with his bedroom ceiling, thankful that the lights were turned down. He shifted to lean up on his elbows, groaning at the familiar pain at the side of his head, rubbing his temple gently.

"Lay back down," He heard Yijung's voice from the doorway, stepping in with a small tray, water and medication among breakfast atop of it. Setting it onto the night stand, he quickly sat at the edge of Woobin's bed, reaching over to push his red hair back, thumb brushing gently along the faded bruise high on his temple, easily concealed by bangs. "What happened?" He frowned, watching his boyfriend's gaze continue to eye his forehead, like he was avoiding eye contact with him.

"You fainted."

"I w-what? Where, when, what did–"

"At the gym, remember? When I came by to see you. I called the others, we took you to the hospital and everything." He explained, pulling away and picking up the few tablets and the glass of water. "Take these, doctors orders." He said, and Woobin obliged, nervous about what else the doctor had said. "You fainted from dehydration." Woobin choked a bit on his water, before licking his lips and coughing against his wrist.

The room was silent for a minute after Woobin had set the glass aside, staring quietly at his lap. "... What were you thinking?" The younger questioned, frowning at him. "And you didn't even tell anyone.. Do you have any idea what would've happened if I wasn't there, if you'd passed out when you were alone because you decided not to tell anyone that you were starving yourself?" Yijung's voice grew more stern, more hurt by the minute as the elder winced, fists gripping as he sucked in his lower lip.

"Hyung look at me! For f***s sake–you haven't properly looked at me for days, you'd better look at me now." He demanded, and that had caught Woobin's attention, the guilt and pain in his expression causing Yijung's gaze to soften. "I'm sorry." He breathed out, wrapping his arms around himself trying to hold back the urge to curl up and cry right now. "Woobin.."

"You don't understand, Yijung. You're perfect.." He breathed, closing his eyes. In his eyes, it was true. Yijung's figure was perfect, he was slim and his arms were built, he was tall and even without the completely defined abs, all of the fans seemed to love it. Woobin had worked hard for an even more toned body the year prior, but losing that to what he now saw as flab in the mirror had him utterly disgusted of himself.

"What are you going on about? You're perfect, too. Did you really think doing something this crazy was the answer?" Yijung frowned, reaching to take Woobin's hands. "You scared me, Woobin. And I'm not just talking about the fainting. I'm talking about all those nights you'd come home late, I didn't know where you were. All those times I tried to come near you and you'd push me away–I didn't know what was going on and it's so frustrating when someone you love won't even let you in..." Pale thumbs strokes along the elder's knuckles. "Tell me what's happening, hyung, don't keep things from me."

Woobin had pulled away just then, and Yijung feared that it was another rejection–but instead he had reached for his phone. Scrolling through it for a moment, he handed it to his confused boyfriend.

Woobin oppa!! Where are your abs?!?!!!

i changed my bias–

oppa you've gained weight! :(( 

kekeke Woobin has a tummy now, where did his abs go?

Yijung furrowed his eye brows as he went through the pointless comments, wondering why Woobin was bothering to reach such silly things, before noticing the hurt expression Woobin wore. They'd really taken their toll on him.

Tossing the phone aside, Yijung leaned over and took Woobin's cheeks in his palms, pressing their lips together. It wasn't anything extravagant, after all Woobin had just woken up and Yijung would rather lick his own sweat than stick his tongue into Woobin's morning mouth, so it had been innocent, a simple press of lips and yet it meant so, so much more. It was the first time in a long time that Yijung had finally got to kiss his boyfriend again, really kiss him, not just quick pecks before the gym and schedules– and it was also the first time in a while where Woobin had finally just let himself indulge in the affection.

"Ignore what people say, please, I don't ever want you to scare me like this again. I want you to be healthy, starving yourself.. Is not going to help."

"But I've gained–"

"So what? It's just a little weight. You're still the same person. You're still gorgeous and sweet and smart and adorably sexy and I love every pound of you to bits." He cut him off instantly, kissing both of his cheeks, followed by his nose, forehead and chin, and repeated a few times. Woobin couldn't help the small smile gracing his lips, little chuckles he's tried to hold back escaping his lips as Yijung peppered kisses all over his face. "Jungie, s-stoop.."

"No," He chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled back just a bit. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've kissed you?" At that Woobin gave an apologetic smile, his body relaxing for the first time in a while where his muscles weren't aching at him and his stomach's appetite wasn't crying out for attention. 

"Oh, breakfast.. You should have breakfast." Yijung remembered, pulling back to grab the plate off of the tray, noting Woobin's hesitant expression at the sight of food. "You need to eat something for the medication you just took. Do you want to faint again?" He said sternly, deciding that it was time to drop the kind act and give Woobin what he'd needed. "Eat." He said, holding out the piece of toast and pressing it to the elder's lips, of which Woobin only sighed through his nose and parted his lips slightly to take a small bite. 

It wasn't much, but at least he'd managed to get his boyfriend to have some breakfast, and it was a start. Now that he'd known what was really going on, he was going to take care of him, he was going to help fix him, and that whole false state of mind Woobin was left in after reading such backlash on his weight.

"I know you're trying to take care of me, Yijungie, but you don't have to follow me everywhere." The elder chuckled a bit that night, as he washed his hands, having noticed Yijung in the doorway. Yijung smiled as he went over to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's torso from behind, cheek pressed against his neck as Woobin watched him in the mirror. "You say that now, but a month ago you were the one following me around. Aish." He squeezed him gently, and Woobin rolled his eyes. "You're staying home tonight,"

"Thanks for informing me. But I think it was kind of obvious since after getting back from the hospital, manager hyung told me I couldn't go anywhere until tomorrow." He said, and Yijung was pleased to hear this, pulling back as Woobin turned around to face him. The younger ran his hands up his sides, trying to tug his shirt up along with them gently, though Woobin had winced a bit, shifting out of the grip. "Ah.. Not now, Yijung." He said, muttering something about it being cold and wanting to keep his layers on, which sounded like utter bullshit to Yijung. 

The boy groaned, grabbing his arm before Woobin could leave the bathroom, pulling him back in and closing the door to keep anyone else from seeing. "Please, hyung. Just let me.." He murmured, pleading gaze boring into Woobin's. Woobin swallowed thickly, becuase he just couldn't protest, not to that face, not to his voice, not again after all he'd put Yijung through, but then again.. He didn't want to disappoint the other like he'd disappointed all of his fans. No matter how much Yijung had assured him other wise, he feared that it would blow over soon enough.

With Woobin keeping quiet Yijung took this as an okay, and slowly began to unbutton the older boy's shirt, each button causing Woobin's heart to thump a bit faster. When he'd gotten three buttons in, Yijung leaned down to kiss along his collarbone, trailing his lips down his chest slowly and almost feather like as he continued to undo his shirt. Feeling the fabric slip off his shoulders, Woobin squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see the other's reaction as he leaned back against the door. Yijung's eyes fluttered closed as well, and he'd crouched down to leave open mouthed kisses along his ribs and stomach. 

Woobin could feel his cheeks heating up, and he peeked down just a bit at the maknae's doings, biting his lower lip. "J-Yijung, o-okay, that's.. that's enough.." He whispered, before suddenly yelping a bit at the feeling of a sudden bite to the side of his stomach, just above his hip. The tingling sensation of blood rushing to the surface of his skin as the other sucked the mark into him had Woobin balling up a fist, biting on it to keep quiet. When Yijung had pulled away, he ran his tongue over the dark patch, peppering kisses across the skin just above the hem skin of his pants. "I used to have abs there," Woobin breathed out, licking his lips as he avoided looking where Yijung's lips were brushing, his free hand brushing over the mark his boyfriend had left.

"You didn't have them when we first met," He reminded the elder, glancing up to meet his gaze and reminding him of the once chubby and cheeky boy he was pre debut. "And you didn't need them to win me over.." He continued, tugging down Woobin's pants. "So I don't see why they would matter so much to me. When all I really care about is the i***t wearing them." He clarified, before pinching at the little stomach fat he could find, chuckling a bit as Woobin whined out. "After all, you're kind of cute when you're chubby." He teased, kissing the pinch mark he'd pinched into the skin gently. "Cute isn't really what I wanted to hear.." Woobin muttered in embarrassment as he held back the urge to swat Yijung's hand away and just slip his shirt back on. 

Yijung stood again, tugging off his own shirt before setting his hands over Woobin's chest, running them up his shoulders as he leaned in closer. "What, you're worried you're not sexy, or something?" A small smirk was given, the younger's thumbs brushing along Woobin's clavicles. "Because I still find you sexy.." He assured, small kisses peppering onto his jawline as Woobin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back but with Yijung throwing himself at him like this it was very difficult. Why was he holding back again? His boyfriend had already seen him naked, it wasn't like there was anything left to disappoint if he was still this into him.

Before Yijung had time to urge him on further, he was being shoved against the sink counter, and in the blink of an eye, with the remains of his clothes being tossed somewhere on the other side of the bathroom, had ended up sitting on the counter top. Lips moved feverishly against each other, desperate and needy because it had been far too long since he'd let himself indulge in such intimacy with Yijung. His worries were pushed to the back of his mind, as Yijung was trying, and succeeding, in making him forget about so many of them and his insecurities. 

Yijung's hands found Woobin's hips, pulling them in close so he could grind against the other, their lengths rubbing and earning a growl like moan out of the elder. Pulling back from the kiss to pant for air, Woobin caught the younger's gaze. "Don't you dare pull back on me now, not right now. I'll mark more than just your cute tummy if I have to–" He warned, earning a laugh from Woobin (where as in any other scenario, he would've mentally died in embarrassment at the word tummy describing his stomach now), as he leaned back in to brush their lips. "I'm not going anywhere.." He assured, taking one of Yijung's hands and wrapping the long fingers around both of their c***s. 

"G-Good.. Because it'd be a crime to mark up your beautiful body like that.." He breathed out, licking his lips as he stroked them both, feeling Woobin rest his head against his shoulder, no doubt probably thinking otherwise about his statement. "Because that's what it is–so, so beautiful. You're so perfect, hyung.." He praised, free hand running up his biceps, and stroking down his chest gently and almost feather like. "I wish you could see what I see.." The younger murmured, kissing at his collarbone as the pace sped up, grip tightening around their erections as their breaths began to hitch in pants. "I love you, hyung. I'll always see you like that.."

Coming to c****x this way with Yijung was unlike all the other times he'd done so with the younger. It felt different, it was slow and sensual and it had only taken a few soothing words to pass Yijung's lips to have him come in hot strands of white, coating Yijung's thighs and their hands, mixing with the younger's juices that had followed not too far behind. He hadn't even spoken the entire time, instead letting Yijung coax him, stroking his upper body and his hair with his free hand until he'd released.

It isn't until he's thinking the scene over, when they've been in silence for a while as they clean themselves up and try to redress, that he realizes. 

Yijung's opinion means more to him than that of those he's never met, or that of the little voice in his head that only seems to show up when he's looking in the mirror. Having someone who loved him and his body meant so much more to him than trying to maintain his perfect figure for those who didn't appreciate it like Jeon Yijung would.

"... I love you too, Yijung."