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Juhoon knew that with Martin the approach had to be careful but that day he was so tired so stressed and he just didn't have it in him to be so complacent about Martins
progress so careless about everything now as he watches Martin in the hospital bed from the side he promises to never be so careless again.
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It was a Tuesday and Juhoon had made a nice reservation at Martin's favourite restaurant to celebrate , that was what he’d told Martin over the phone. Anyway, “”celebrate
what?”Martin had said “You’ll find out”Juhoon said
Martin got to the restaurant a bit late coming straight from work but with his fashion taste it wasn’t a problem at all .”Hi jju ” Martin said taking a seat across him “Could i
know now what this celebration is for , i mean what could have made you reserve a spot at my favourite restaurant and get me my favourite food ” Martin said as if on cue a
waiter appears dropping a plate of spaghetti on the table before leaving .Juhoon stretches his hand across the table putting his fingers on Martins face giving his cheek a
stroke before saying”You’re doing so well Martini , so so well , look at you sitting on this table surrounded by food without being uncomfortable eating ”
Martins face changed and his hand that was about to feed him more spaghetti suspended in the air his face morphed into one of recognition of what he had just been eating and he quickly got a
Serviette from the table and spit out everything that had been in his mouth “Martini … What are you doing ” he said reaching across the table to try grab Martins hands but
Martin retracted “Ya kim Juhoon” he said voice raised a little still to low to be considered yelling because he knew Juhoon hated to be yelled at “you tricked me you’ve been
making me eat , You want me to be fat and ugly don’t you ” He said tear gathering in his eyes about to fall.Juhoon was about to calmly explain to him that that wasn’t it at all
and he just wanted him to be healthy but then a wave of boredom of that sweetness washed over him so he opened his mouth and said “So what?” looking Martin dead in the
eye he reached across the table and poked Martin in the chest “You’re going to eat okay, you’re going to listen to me when i tell you to eat i’ve worked for so long to get you
comfortable enough to even be in the presence of food , “ He said hysterically voice wavering raising his hands outward as if pointing at people at different tables enjoying
their meals unaware of the trouble brewing on theirs . “You can’t make me eat Juhoona”Martin replied facial expression cold now despite how red he was from bursting into
sudden tears raising his hand and scratching his face repeatedly looking Delirious Juhoon remained calm took a deep breath and said to him “As long as that mouth of yours
can still open Martin , you’ll eat as much as you like, you like Martin , because you love to eat , you could love food it’s healthy to eat it’s good for you , please , please you’ve
gotten so much better please be better i love you Martin , please love yourself you aren’t fat you’re gorgeous ” Martin looked at Juhoon puzzled as if he was thinking of
something , then he stuck his hand into his bag that he brought with him from work
“As long as this mouth of mine can still work right Juhoona ?” “As long as it can still
fucking work right “ Martin said laughing deliriously tilting his head and widening his eyes “What do you mean by that” Juhoon wanted say but he couldnt because the next
moment he understood as he watched Martin clean the tears that had come out as a result of his laughing stick his hand into his work bag and bring out a stapler he waited a
moment or two watching Juhoon who was still in a daze of confusion as he rose his stapler to his mouth and stapled his mouth shut various times he then dropped the stapler
on the table blood gushing down his face and widened his eyes to look at Juhoon a sort of what have i done and okay done type of look Juhoon was terrified he didn’t even
notice when he started screaming when Martin fell to the floor or when people started to panic he only came to, when the ambulance arrived and now as he sat beside Martin
in the hospital he realised that he couldn’t keep living like this he couldn’t continue while being stuck in this viscious cyle of tiny improvement before another relapse that was
exactly what he thought while filling out a form on a mental help website to get his Martini a therapist because obviously Juhoon wasn’t doing as good a job as he thought , if
he was Martin wouldn’t be laying here on anastesia after getting his mouth stitched