Sora's POV
"You two look like you just planned something," I said the moment I stepped inside the room again.
Both Yeongjae and Jiho looked at me like I had caught them mid-crime.
It was subtle, just a fraction of a second, but I saw it.
The quick glance they exchanged.
The pause.
Then Jiho cleared his throat like nothing had happened.
"We just didn't expect you to come back so fast," he said casually.
Hmm.
Suspicious.
I didn't push it… yet.
Instead, I walked over to the bed and started pulling the containers from the plastic bag.
"I saw the noodle shop first," I explained while setting the soup and noodles on the overbed table. "There were barely any customers, so they served me right away."
The warm scent of broth filled the room.
"And I figured something warm would be good for your stomach."
Jiho's expression softened immediately.
"Thank you, Sora," he said, already picking up the chopsticks. "This means a lot."
