Morning sunlight slipped through the embroidered curtains. Min-jae laid flat on his stomach, face buried in a pillow, his eyes half open with exhaustion. His waist throbbed in a way he absolutely did not appreciate.
Meical sat beside him and gently rubbed circles on his lower back. He looked far too satisfied for someone who should feel guilty.
Min-jae spoke without lifting his head from the pillow. "Don't touch me. My waist is not your personal drum. It hurts. If I die, it is your fault."
Meical tried to hide a smile. "You said you missed me."
"I didn't say you should destroy me.." Min-jae replied sharply. "There is a difference. A very clear difference. I am going to file a complaint. Since you clearly have no shame."
Meical dipped his fingers into the warmed oil Jahan had gifted them and continued massaging. "You did not complain last night."
