The lunch spread smelled faintly of herbs and simmered vegetables, the portions small but varied enough to give Min-jae a choice.
His hands hovered above the dishes, tense, as if even picking up a spoon might betray his stomach.
"…Babies, I'm starving, so let me eat." he muttered, voice low and clipped, leaning forward like he might dive in.
Meical's hand rested lightly on his shoulder. "Slow down, Darling. I know you're hungry, but one wrong bite and breakfast will replay itself."
Min-jae scowled, brushing the hand away half-heartedly. "…I can't wait that long. I'm starving."
Meical didn't move back, just let his fingers linger, steadying him. "…And I want to make sure you don't regret it later. That's my job." His tone was soft, teasing, but there was an edge of seriousness in the words.
Min-jae exhaled through his nose, tension creeping from his shoulders into his hands. "…Fine. Just… don't hover me. It's annoying.."
