Fanfic: http://jinki-condition.livejournal.com/9245.html#cutid1

Kibum walked over to the refrigerator and opened the big, white door. He looked inside for something to eat. He didn’t know what came over him as he began to reach for everything in site that he could carry. He grabbed the vegetables, the fruits, the cheeses, anything his young hands could grab at.
He carried his feast over to the kitchen table and laid everything out, shoving his History homework to the side that would be long forgotten. The young boy began to shovel food in his mouth, trying to solely concentrate on eating.
Kibum wasn’t quite sure what made him do this, but he couldn’t stop. He felt like he could control something for once. Something he could decide to stop. He couldn’t help himself as he shoved more and more food into his mouth, not knowing how to stop.
The dark-haired boy swallowed down what he could, feeling content for a second. But knowing his luck, sudden dread fell over him. His eyes dilated when he turned around and saw his father standing there; dropping the bag of chips in his hands on the table. 
 Yanking at any satisfaction possible, even if it hurts in the long run. Guilty pleasures. :(

a) he could control this and b) because he knew if he ended up getting fat his father would yell and beat him even more than he had today. 
after being rejected from something I wanted badly, I always feel the need to do something good for myself, usually something I am in control of, and to make myself more "accepted", though in this case, its being more accepted by his dad. it's a universal thing, that transcends.


He took in a shaky breath, leaning forward to flush away his evidence. He pressed down on the silver handle, hearing the bowl come to life and cleanse itself. ‘Funny,’ Kibum began to think, ‘If only I could simply flush myself like that and all my problems would cleanse themselves away from me.’
I have this wish TOO. People think I have no problems, but actually, I have a ton of problems. I just am a bit better at concealing them, like makeup covers up blemishes. Sigh. I even have nail polish on right now, to make my disgusting, bitten nails

the ending: I had tears in my eyes. At least they'll be happy together in the next life.