When Jaehyun has reassured him that no one else is in the kitchen, Yeolchan decides to go back to his cooking. It’s already past twelve by the time he’s finished but Jaehyun and Chanhyun don’t seem to mind the late lunch since they’ve had fruits before this.
“Appa, what’s this?” Chanhyun asks innocently, looking curiously at the crutch that Jaehyun has placed against the table.
Yeolchan ruffles his curly mop of black hair before sitting across from Jaehyun at the table.
“It’s for my sprained leg,” Jaehyun explains to the kid, placing meat and vegetables in the kid’s bowl. “Is this the first time you’ve seen this?”
“En,” Chanhyun answers absently with a nod. He looks at the food; his mouth almost watering as he waits for his father to finish. He doesn’t even seem interested
