Min-jae's lips twitched, half embarrassed, half pleased. "…You really know how to make a man feel… watched."
"And adored," Meical corrected immediately, smiling, fingers tightening slightly around his. "Always adored."
Min-jae shook his head, letting out a small, amused sigh. "…You're impossible."
"And entirely yours," Meical whispered, leaning just a fraction closer so his shoulder brushed against Min-jae's.
"…Now, finish the rice before it gets cold. I want to see you enjoy every last bite."
Min-jae glanced down at his bowl, then at Meical's gentle, unwavering gaze, and felt a quiet warmth spread through him.
Slowly, he lifted the spoon again, letting himself eat freely, with Meical right there.
Attentive, teasing just enough to keep him on his toes, but never in a way that made him uneasy.
It was simple.
It was ordinary.
But in that small, shared moment, it was exactly what both of them needed.
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