I've had this floating around in my head for a few days, considering making it into a story but I already have WAY too many stories going on right now. XD >___<

Anyhow. Inspired by the song "You Are The Moon" by The Hush Sound. Here's a link to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpZc_ihWnGg

Told from Jonghyun's point of view.

I watched him in assess himself in the bathroom, turning this way and that, trying to find any flaw.

He traced his fingers over his collarbone, his ribs, his hips, before he admired his wrists.

Kibum was so thin. 

After admiring himself, he dressed in the same baggy clothes he had been wearing to hide his secret.

But he was pleased and he left the bathroom with a smile on his face that instantly disappeared once he saw me.

"Jonghyun." he whispered, eyes wide.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" I demanded, motioning to his body that was hidden underneath the large fabric.

"Doing what?" he bit his lip and looked at the ground.

"Hurting yourself," I took his bony wrists in my hand. He immediately pulled them away.

"I'm not hurting myself," he said angrily, trying to move past me to get into our bedroom. I blocked his way, grasping his hips instead.

"Do you enjoy it?" I murmured, lifting his shirt to feel the bone underneath my hand. "Starving yourself?"

"I'll do anything to be beautiful, Jonghyun," he whispered, voice thick with tears yet to be shed. 

"But you are beautiful," I nearly shouted and he jumped. I tilted his chin up just as the first tear escaped. He was trembling. "I'm sorry," I said in a softer tone. 

"You don't get it, Jonghyun," he sobbed, clutching to me. "I have to be thin and delicate and fragile to be beautiful." he cried into my shirt. "I hate this. I hate that I'll never be good enough for myself. I hate that I can't get help because I'm a man and they'll tell me to stop being a little and to be a man."

His legs gave out and I carried him to our bed, gently setting him down on the mattress.

"I want to see," I said softly and he stiffened. He turned away from me.

"No." he said coldly.

"Please?" 

He was quiet for a few moments before sitting up and pulling his sweatshirt over his head.

I ran my hands along all the places that he had, amazed.

"Please, don't do this to yourself anymore." I whispered and his eyes met mine.

"It's not that easy," he murmured. "If I could've stopped I would've done it a long time ago."

I sighed.

"But it feels nice, Jonghyun," he said softly. "Knowing everytime that I don't eat that I'm stronger. That everytime I pass out that I had worked my hardest. That I'm skinny and that everyone envies me." 

I was silent.

"I'm happy," Kibum said quietly, "really."

I shook my head. "What if you died, Kibum?"

His eyes widened at that. "What?" 

"What if you died? What about me?"

He bit his lip. "I would never let it get that far."

"I can't stand seeing you sick like this, please let me help," I begged, clutching his hands. He bit his lip and shook his head.

"I don't need help, Jonghyun." he said flatly, eyes empty.

"Yes, you do --"

"No! I don't!" he shouted, pulling away from me and quickly running out of the bedroom.

"Kibum, wait!" I shouted after him, following him clumsily as he moved towards the front door. "Stop!" 

But he was already gone.

Yeah, I really don't know with this one. I just wanted to write it so I could focus on other things. :P