“The two of you really love this place, don’t you?”
Jaehyun can only hopelessly stare at the now familiar임식당서울[trans: Lim Sikdang Seoul] in silver font and its black background.
“Appa, you don’t like it? Ah, we can go... somewhere else?” Chanhyun tentatively says, squeezing Jaehyun’s cheeks. It’s sweet that he’s willing to sacrifice his favorite restaurant for his father even though he really looks like he wants to be here.
Yeolchan closes the door of the backseat and looks at his son. “Why are you having appa carry you again? Come here,” he says, reaching his arms out.
Chanhyun quickly hides his face onto Jaehyun’s neck, hugging him tight.
“What’s going on with you?” Jaehyun asks with a chuckle, kissing the side of Chanhyun’s face. He turns to look at Yeolchan for clue
