So MAYBE his meddling played SOME role in this all, but for once, it wasn’t necessarily for his own benefit ( at least not mostly ). He knew the signs of Jihae’s bad days well enough, and especially after his own rather eventful night, it seemed only fair to repay him using the best method he knew: a rather unsuspecting reaper. After all, what better way to either coax him out of bed or at least his MOOD than breakfast in bed, delivered by his crush ( whether he was ready to admit to that or not ). SMUG in his problem solving, he only hummed when his messages were met by a now familiar tingle in the air, followed by Seojoon.
The air ETERNALLY carried the faintest edge of death now.
Not bothering to respond to the newly received messages, he practically SKIPPED out of his room, the abused stick of what had once been a lollipop protruding from his lips. Iseul plucked it out and tossed it in the trash before leaning up against the counter with an appreciative whistle at the spread before him.
❝You realize that you could just as easy cut up an apple and bring him some
toast and it would have the same effect, right? I can grab the mixer and waffle iron
but the bowls are in the cabinet right by your feet. Anything else you need?❞