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By the time Friday comes around, Seungmin is beat. Work has been exhausting lately, with too many projects piling up, too many deadlines to meet. He sighs and drags his feet from the company car to the elevator, feeling a bone-deep ache as he loosens his tie and notes the deep purple bruising under his eyes in the mirror.
Work has been exhausting, but the weekend has finally begun and him and Felix planned to go on a little overnight trip on Saturday. Seungmin will drive them to the ocean and they'll stay at a hotel there and enjoy some seafood and the sun and the beach. He's most excited to see Felix's reaction, though. The last few months haven't been easy on him, between the morning sickness and the crying, and Seungmin is sure getting away will be good for him. For them both.
"Baby, I'm home," Seungmin announces as the apartment door falls shut behind him. He can hear music and the clanking of kitchen utensils, which lets him know that Felix is giving baking another try.
This too has been frustrating the last few times because while Felix has always had his head somewhat in the clouds, it has gotten a lot worse since he became pregnant. Two weeks ago he started baking something, left it in the oven without a timer, then went out to meet Seungmin for a dinner date outside. When they came back home, the whole apartment was filled with smoke, the cookies in the oven burnt to crisps, the kitchen still a sticky mess. Felix had been horribly upset about it, feeling incredibly sorry and discontent, while Seungmin reassured him that it was fine; that nothing really happened; they could bake cookies together another day.
It didn’t help. Nothing seemed to console him.
When his face turned all red, and his breath turned to disoriented hiccups, Seungmin grew worried. And then scared. Not knowing what else to do he had called Minho to come over, to help calm his brother down. Thankfully, that did work.
"Baby?" Seungmin calls out again when he enters the kitchen, trying not to startle Felix and make him drop something.
Felix still flinches, and struggles with the bowl in his hands for a moment, before turning to Seungmin with a bright smile. There are pudding stains on his pale blue apron and on his cheek. His hair is always somewhat wild, standing up in some strands while others fall gently over his forehead, or around his cheeks, making him look like a round-faced, little pixie. Especially, after he stopped wearing makeup, showing off the freckles dotting his face like tiny angel’s kisses.
Seungmin’s heart melts immediately.
Felix is still easily the most beautiful person he has ever seen.
"Seungmin-ah! Your timing is perfect!" his mate says and puckers his lips as Seungmin walks over. Felix doesn't bother putting the bowl down and still fully leans into Seungmin's body, smearing flour and pudding and who knows what else all over his dress shirt. Seungmin ignores it, too busy pressing a kiss against his lips, then his nose, and a final one against his temple. Felix smells like milk and his lips taste like vanilla, and Seungmin can't help pulling him into a hug; rubbing his jaw against Felix’s cheek; rubbing the scent of cedar into his skin, his cherry-wood hair.
"What are you baking?" Seungmin asks, sweetly. Overly sweet, overly loving. Felix blooms and brightens under the overt affection now, especially when in the early stages of their relationship Seungmin used to feel embarrassed at how obvious he was being. How smitten. There was some shame in his helpless loss of control; his heartbeat fluttering, his skin flushing, the corners of his lips always lifted, eyes always softened.
All of it was slightly humiliating.
Seungmin had always prided himself in being a very rational person, a very controlled alpha.
And yet, after meeting Felix he had started acting like an overgrown puppy, with his tail always wagging — or so Hyunjin had claimed. Jisung helpfully enough also made fun of him because of that voice. That honeysuckle tone, the clear and audible affection that they hadn’t known from their friend before. It took years, but through the beginning stages of friendship, then dating, then being mated, Seungmin grew and he learnt.
Now that they're expecting their first child, Seungmin reckons that ship has long sailed.
By now, he's rather proud of getting called absolutely whipped. To be called a good alpha. The perfect mate.
Against Seungmin’s throat, Felix inhales deep, then allows a soft rumbling to start low in his chest. A soothing sound. Glued to his chest, he answers, “Pudding cake,” and sounds very pleased with himself. A second later, he pulls back, almost whacking Seungmin in the chin in the process, and sadly quickly enough to catch the twitch of Seungmin’s brows, and the way his smile doesn't come quickly or naturally enough. In response, Felix wilts slightly. “You don't like it?"
"No," Seungmin hurries to lie right through his teeth. "No, baby, I love it. I can't wait to try it. Really." He follows it up with another kiss against Felix's temple, then his eyelid, and Felix's scent flares in response. That overwhelming milky sweetness of pregnant omega that Seungmin has quickly grown so addicted to. Like vanilla milk on your tongue. Gentle hints of calming lavender. It feels incredibly hard to pull away, to stop himself from nosing at the crown of Felix’s head.
He manages, but only just.
"Good," Felix says, lips pursed. Seungmin grins and gives him another kiss, this one met with a grin. "Minho-Hyung wished for it, but I don't want to give him the first try yet. I need to figure out how to make it perfect before giving it to Hyung, so you'll need to taste test."
In truth, Seungmin would rather eat cement. Felix has a very sweet tooth, and as much as he hates bitter flavours, Seungmin loves them. On the other hand, as sweet as Felix loves his desserts, Seungmin can barely stand eating them. Is he going to say this to his pregnant omega mate? No, of course not. He'll be eating that way too sweet pudding cake and telling him all the ways it's the best thing he's ever tasted, then go and rinse his mouth in secret like a real alpha.
Because the most important thing — usually, but especially right now — is keeping Felix happy.
Also, Minho threatened to kill him if he hears word of Felix crying for over an hour again, and Seungmin fully believes that Felix’s brother means it. He knows so, actually.
"Oh right," Felix says suddenly, as if he just remembered something. Easily distracted as he is, he pushes the bowl onto the counter, not caring that the bottom isn't fully resting on top of it. He doesn’t even notice Seungmin hurrying to catch it before it hits the ground.
As Seungmin goes to place it on the counter, he frowns and struggles to find a place that doesn't look sticky or covered in flour and who knows what else. Maybe it would be best to immediately start cleaning the kitchen, before the stickiness has grown into stubborn enough stains that Seungmin really needs to put his weight into scrubbing away. Perhaps he’ll start as soon as the cake is in the oven, so he can get started on dinner right away. Knowing Felix, he'll be hungry soon.
"Baby, what do you want to—“ Seungmin starts asking and turns to watch Felix struggle to pull his apron off his body. Just as Seungmin is about to help him untangle the loop from his hood, he finally gets it off, carelessly and immediately dropping it to the floor, not minding the grime, just to pull his hoodie up and expose his rounded, soft belly.
“Seungmin-ah, look, look! Do you see it?" Felix asks, grinning bright and wide; an expression Seungmin reflects — an instinct, an impulse, uncontrollable — even if he's not really sure what he's supposed to see. After a second, Felix seems to realise the silly smile on his face is directed just at him, and turns to his side, pushing his little, round tummy out. "It grew more! It's bigger than last week," he says affectionately, his pudgy hand reaching for Seungmin's much bigger one at the same time as he goes to put it on top of Felix's stomach.
In truth, he can't tell much of a difference. Felix is a very tiny person; his limbs, his bones, his head. He's petite all over, so it makes sense that his stomach, even while pregnant, has been remaining relatively small. A fact that has made the omega rather self-conscious and unhappy at times. Which is also why Seungmin says, "Oh, yes, I can definitely tell." But this confirmation isn't enough because Felix looks up at him with a pout, and Seungmin knows exactly what he wants. He pulls Felix into his arms again, back to chest, and hooks his chin over Felix's shoulder, cupping his small tummy with both hands. Felix melts into him immediately, laughing softly and leaning his head against Seungmin's shoulder. As touchy as he has always been, his need to be held and kissed has also only grown stronger since the pregnancy started.
Apparently this is common. At least that's what Minho said. Something about how a specific omega hormone, aside from oxytocin, is released upon direct skin contact. Seungmin isn't sure, having been too preoccupied with thoughts and fantasies of what their baby would be like and look like when born to fully pay attention to the other alpha's lengthy and overly detailed explanation.
But since then he has made sure to indulge Felix in as many kisses as possible, making sure to touch him at all times when he's at home, and has even started sleeping without a t-shirt now that it's warm enough, just to please his omega. Just as he does now, petting Felix's little tummy and kissing his cheek, then cooing out, "Our little tangerine finally decided to stop hiding from mommy and daddy, hm?"
From scent alone, it's so clear how very pleased Felix is about this. About being held, being kissed, being loved.
Seungmin wonders if Felix knows that he'd do anything at all to make him happy.
"The baby was just feeling shy before. She feels much more confident now,” Felix explains, like he knows exactly what their baby is thinking and is just letting Seungmin in on a little secret.
Seungmin wants to remain glued to his mate, but has to pull away, to wash up and get changed into more comfortable clothes. He tries to be quick about it, but expects Felix to still be busy with finishing up his baking when he returns to the kitchen. Instead, the omega is pacing the open space, chewing on something and opening random cabinets. Immediately, Seungmin spots that an empty package of cookies has been added to the mess on the kitchen counter.
"What are you looking for, Yongbok-ah?" Seungmin asks and wordlessly starts tidying up. Even if the bowl of dough is still on the counter and the oven is still not preheating; if he ends up waiting too long the food stains will become near impossible to get out.
"Cookies," Felix mumbles around a mouthful.
"Didn't you just finish the package?" Seungmin makes the mistake of asking. It's a thoughtless mistake, too, fully to blame on the fact that he started doing the dishes instead of looking at what Felix is doing. He continues, "If you're hungry, I can make dinner now. Or I can order something, if you don’t want to wait, but you shouldn't only eat snacks, Lix-ah."
Even through the water rushing, he can hear a lack of movement, and turns towards where he had seen Felix last only to catch the omega staring at him with huge and sad eyes. Impossibly large, to the point where most of his face seems to be just imploring and downtrodden eyes. There are cookie crumbs around his lips and a piece of chocolate stuck to the corner of his mouth, and Felix is completely blameless.
"Our little tangerine wants to eat a cookie," he explains, clearly defensive. "And we don't have a single cookie at home, Kim Seungmin."
"Because you already finished the package I got yesterday."
"That's not the point here!" Felix says, stomping one foot against the ground. Although the act itself is cute, Seungmin can tell where he's started growing genuinely frustrated, and immediately goes to dry his hands and hold Felix.
"Hey, hey," he soothes, gently cupping his mate’s face and watching some tension bleed away as he allows his own scent to spread out. A comforting and warm blanket. A sign that his omega is safe. "I'm sorry, okay? I'll buy you some cookies later, so you can have more. But I don't want my Baby and my little tangerine to stay hungry and not get a nutritional meal. So, how about we put the dough away in the fridge for later, and I order some dinner now? Hm?" He rubs at Felix's thankfully still dry under-eyes and leans in to kiss his nose. Once, twice. Felix's smile slowly starts returning, when Seungmin gives him another peck, this time on his pink mouth. "Okay?"
"Okay," his mate mumbles, but doesn't look completely happy with this. Seungmin gives him another kiss, then lets him go to pull out his phone and get to ordering them some food. He doesn't get very far because Felix whines and attaches himself to his back, which Seungmin pretends to growl at and fight against, leading the omega to tightening his grip and giggle into the back of his shoulder. Next, he drops a kiss against Seungmin’s shoulder blade and his warm breath passes through the thin layer of his cotton t-shirt and settles over Seungmin’s skin like a caress.
Felix is extra cute when he's like that — clingy, giggly, sweet — but saying that out loud would only earn him denial.
When they're on the couch and waiting for food to arrive, Felix is draped half across his lap and talking about what he has done today, one hand always resting on his stomach as he talks about 'and then we decided to go out for a bit', 'afterwards we felt like taking a little nap' and not to forget following up his stories with some form of 'isn't that right, my little tangerine?'
Seungmin knows that he's just sitting there, humming along like some besotted fool, but he really can't help it. He knows that Felix talks to their baby all the time. Humming while showering, brushing his teeth. Singing softly in the morning, or late at night. Sometimes he stands at the window with his clothes lifted and points things out, like the baby can see. Seungmin knows that he does it even when he isn't around, even when Felix is outside.
It's cute. Like so many other things about Felix, he finds this utterly adorable.
Food arrives shortly after and Seungmin picks at the meat, picks out the best pieces and dumps them on Felix’s plate, in his mouth, as his omega chats on and on. All the while Seungmin is smiling, can feel where his exhausted muscles strain against any tiredness, strain against the exhaustion, fighting against all the things that have been dampening his mood throughout the week. It’s funny how easy it is for Felix, how easy it has always been, to make Seungmin feel lighter.
They don’t get to finish the baking afterwards, but Seungmin draws them a bath and holds Felix while in it, rubbing oils into his soft skin, kissing his shoulders and neck and the wings of his shoulders, while he melts into every touch. Soft as putty.
They’re in bed earlier than usual. Both tired. Worn out.
Seungmin knows he’s going to sleep very well tonight.
"Seungmin."
There are fingers gripping his shoulder, his arm; shaking. Seungmin hums and forces his eyes open, squints at the dark ceiling in confusion. It’s not day yet. There’s no sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Why is he awake?
The shaking doesn't cease.
"Seungmin-ah," Felix says again and it's only then that he realises who it is that is shaking him.
Immediately, Seungmin sits up. "Wha's wrong?" he asks, words slurred and voice deep with sleep.
He's scowling at Felix's vague, blurry outline, but can't really see his face, just the fuzzy shape of his messy pixie cut. "Are you hurting somewhere? Is everything okay?" Before Felix can respond, he turns to the lamp on his bedside table and switches it on, illuminating Felix's round face, puffy with sleep, and pouty lips. He too, looks tired. Beyond exhausted, but soft and warm in a way that never fails to pull at Seungmin's heartstrings.
"I want soft peaches," Felix declares. Doesn't even look the slightest bit guilty for having woken Seungmin up for this.
Seungmin, who, further trying to make a point, glances at the alarm clock. "Lix-ah, its 3 in the morning. Can it wait till tomorrow after breakfast, baby?" he asks foolishly, like an absolute idiot. Felix's pout grows quickly, and his thin brows pinch together in a frustration that is so palpable, so obvious. Seungmin knows what this means. This request is not something that will be easily and quickly resolved.
"But I'm hungry now," Felix responds and as sulky as his voice sounds, Seungmin can also hear the first traces of upset settle in and see his eyes grow more glassy.
The topic of food has been a frustrating one for him, Seungmin knows this. While Felix had always been a snacky person, his cravings have become very intense and all consuming. Once he said that he feels like he will die if he doesn't satisfy them. That's why Seungmin nods and throws the blanket to the side, getting ready to get out of bed.
"Should I make you some food, baby? What do you want to eat?" Seungmin is mostly moving on autopilot. His eyes aren't fully open, glaring instead against the warm, low light, and more blindly than not he's trying to feel for his shirt, to put something on. When he turns back towards Felix and squints at his upset little face, no trace of happiness or satisfaction has made itself known. If possible, Felix looks more upset than before.
"I want soft peaches, I don't want anything else," he says, voice wavering. Seungmin opens his mouth, and is immediately interrupted by Felix going, "I want soft peaches, Kim Seungmin, which means that our tangerine wants soft peaches." His own, hiccupy little breath interrupts him and Seungmin feels horrible for having even questioned it, considering how quickly and thoroughly upset Felix is growing. "I woke up and— and I went to the kitchen and searched everywhere, and there are no soft peaches at all in the whole entire house." And by now it's no longer just the wavering voice, or the hiccupy breaths, Seungmin can clear as day see where frustrated tears have started falling from Felix's doe eyes. Him crying is always a full bodied and sincere thing; his shoulders start trembling, eyes and nose and lips quickly growing red, then his cheeks. The first sniff arrives, the first tear falls and with the heavy burden of endless upset, Felix repeats, "There are no soft peaches at home." And then he starts sobbing.
"No, no, no," Seungmin starts, his panic now growing as he stumbles back onto the bed and crawls towards where Felix is sobbing into his pudgy, little hands. Hugging him doesn't do anything. Felix remains stiff and upset, instead of melting into his body, and realising that this might be another bad cry, Seungmin knows that he has no other choice but to go to the store, and quickly. "Please, don't cry. I'll go out right now, okay? I'll get you some immediately, please don't cry." Seungmin begs — uselessly, of course. The crying doesn't stop and his rubbing along Felix's back doesn't seem to do anything, so he rushes out of bed again, pulling a random sweater over his head and a pair of baggy jeans over his pyjama pants. They're uncomfortably stuffed into the material, but Kim Seungmin has no time to waste.
There are no socks on his feet, but stumbling through the dark apartment Seungmin is too distracted with trying not to run into anything instead of thinking ahead. From somewhere on the kitchen counter he grabs his wallet and then rushes over to the shoe rack, putting on a random pair of sneakers, most likely matching. Perhaps not.
The elevator takes too long to arrive, so Seungmin takes the stairs instead. Rushing, rushing, flying down in a stumble that feels clumsy and heavy with his still somewht dozing limbs. It also takes him three whole flights of stairs to realise that he has put his shoes on the wrong way around. There had been a discomfort that vaguely registered in his brain, but somehow Seungmin had assumed it had come from the fact that his feet are bare, not that he has forced them into the wrong shoe.
But none of those trivial issues matter right now.
Seungmin is a man on a mission; he rushes out of the door, and to the nearest grocery store that's still open. The lights outside are somewhat blinding and enough to make him feel a little bit more alert before he reaches the way too brightly immuniated entrance. The inside of the store is held at a shockinly cold temperature, considering the tapid summer air outside, and burns in his lung as he inhales deeply, rapidly. He's no longer running, but he does walk briskly along the isles and goes for the peaches with an intensity that is rather ill-fitting, considering the time of night and the complete desertedness of the store. Not one to feel embarrassed about such things, he walks to the checkout, where a bored looking young woman takes his hastily counted money. Seungmin doesn't pause to wonder what he must look like, pillow creases on his cheek, his hair a mess. The young cashier only lifts a single eyebrow after giving him a confused once over; not that Seungmin willows in that, rushing out of the door as soon as the bag is back in his hands.
There's a slowly arising panic in him, as Seungmin runs back home. His heart is thudding; most likely because it had been months now since he has went running, but Seungmin feels his worried heart so heavy with the image of his mate alone, crying in bed. Despite the burning of his lungs, he runs faster.
The very first time he saw Felix cry, they weren't even dating yet. They had gotten together with Jisung and Hyunjin, who spontaneously decided to watch a horror movie. Back then, Felix had been too shy to warn them in advance how scared he'd be, and at first it was kind of funny how jumpy he was, until it he started sobbing, clinging to Seungmin's hoodie and hiding his face against his shoulder. Him and his friends felt quite flustered, but despite that, Seungmin couldn't deny that he found it cute. That he had liked how Felix clung to him, how he relied on Seungmin to keep him safe from a threat that was far from real. Seungmin still remembers how he marvelled at the softness of Felix's skin when he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, when he got to look at his face from such a close distance, smelt the sweetness of his fear and panic in the gentle twist of his scent. His mouth had watered.
That was the first moment he realised that his feelings for Felix might go deeper than a simple friendship.
And since then Felix had cried often. Plenty. Every sad movie, sad ad about donations for endangered tigers. There had been a bit of everything; happy tears, sad tear. The whole spectrum.
But since his pregnancy, the cuteness of those tears had worn off. After that horrible cry that left Seungmin feeling only helpless and worried and anxious, he now feared Felix's tears more than anything. What if he agonal gasped himself into a panic attack? What if that led to problems with the baby?
Seungmin had always been very caring towards Felix, had always treated him carefully and gently, but his worrying had increased exponentially since the pregnancy. In the beginning, Seungmin seriously just wanted to wrap him in blankets and bubble wrap and keep him at home, safe in their nest.
A selfish wish.
One that he didn't dare say out loud.
It's too late to burst through the front door, and Seungmin just about manages to hold back on it, but still feels a little like a fool for falling over himself with the speed he moves at to enter. He's careless as he slips out of his shoes — untied, carelessly thrown to the side instead of returned to their designated spot, as Seungmin usually does. The sluggish movement of his limbs feels almost frustrating, almost like wading through molasses, weighed down as he washes the peaches, then cuts three of them at an incredible speed, all while trying to catch his breath. The whole time his movements are thankfully automated enough for him to not cut off any of his fingers.
The last thing he needs right now is to be bleeding and leave Felix behind to go to the hospital.
His heart still thudding, lungs still burning, he doesn't realise how quiet it is in the apartment, as he carries the plate of fruit to the bedroom. Neither does he realise that Felix hasn't waited in the living room, not in the kitchen. That he hasn't come out to meet him, that there are no grabby hands waiting anxiously to still their craving.
Instead, he walks into the bedroom, still dimly lit, still aglow with the same lamp he had turned on before. Only that Felix isn't crying, heaving in a panic, but fast asleep, curled small around Seungmin's pillow with his lips set in a dissatisfied, little frown.
Seungmin stands there. Hovers by the bed. He considers if he should wake Felix up, so he can eat what he had been so desperately hungry for, only to decide against it in the end. His body needs the rest. Seungmin instead goes to cover the plate with cling film, then places it on Felix's bedside table, in case he does wake up before the morning and goes to search for his soft peaches.
Now alert, too awake, with too many worries lingering in the back of his head, Seungmin can't sleep yet. He goes to sit on Felix's side of the bed, allows his scent to wash tender and soft over his mate, brushes careful and slow fingers through the messy ends of his soft hair.
Seungmin didn't want a child.
Or rather, he did badly wish for one, before they started dating, but he didn't need one. Not after falling so completely in love, not after cozy nights and sunny mornings of holding Felix close; feeling his fragile bones, kissing his delicate smile, his skin like petals of a flower. Seungmin had told him often enough, 'I love you, anyway, you don't need to give me a child', his head too full of worries and anxieties that he would never say out loud, too scared that could make them true. Too fearful that reality would shift, would make it so his words take root and grow so fast they catch up with him, with Felix. No, he's always been quiet about it — the horrible what ifs. The nightmares he had of bloody sheets, of holding Felix's sickly, pale face.
Things had been going well so far, but he's still scared. Hopelessly and haplessly scared because something could happen; something could always happen, and Seungmin would not be able to do anything. These thoughts are distracting, keep him up at night, sometimes, as he places a hand over Felix's heart and watches the slow rise and fall of his chest, of his stomach, while counting his calming heartbeats.
He doesn't want Felix to be in pain. He doesn't want him to suffer, doesn't want him to cry; sometimes Seungmin thinks he could go insane with the choking fear that the most precious person that has ever entered his life could leave it.
Seungmin sighs and gets up, takes off the clothes he had so hastily put on, then goes to lie down again. Wrestling the pillow out of Felix's grip would be impossible, so Seungmin doesn't even attempt it. He uses his arm as a pillow, lying pressed close, studying the omega's face, the salty tracks the tears had left behind and the fading redness of his nose and cheeks.
Carefully, like touching brittle porcelain, like brushing fingertips over the finest spider silk, he wipes at the traces of upset that still lingered, up to an elfish pointy ear, before settling a warm palm on where Felix's stomach is hidden by fabric.
"Be gentle with him, please," he whispers. An irrational moment because Seungmin knows the baby can't hear him, and that his plea won't change anything. But as he rubs at his tummy, and the frown of Felix's mouth slowly eases into something more relaxed, something more neutral, Seungmin feels the vague feeling of ease very slowly settling in.
He worries still; he always might, but Felix sighs and shifts, nosing along Seungmin's pillow and moving closer, nuzzling close, until the pillow is pressed between them and Felix's face is pressed under his chin. Where he'll be safe. Tucked between Seungmin's ribs, in the folds of his heart.
"Seungmin-ah," someone whispers. He doesn't rouse.
"Kim Seungmin," the voice adds, this time more amused, and suddenly Seungmin can tell that fingers are brushing through his hair, and the sweetness of warm milk lies heavy on his tongue.
The next second his eyes snap open and he groans, turns his face into the softness of a warm palm to hide from the bright light that's streaming through the window. Felix laughs at him, like Seungmin is very amusing to him, or perhaps just because he adores him, Seungmin isn't sure. The omega gives his cheek a squeeze and says, "Come on, I made breakfast. We should get up and eat if we want to make the trip."
That finally gets Seungmin to get moving. He drags his body up — still heavy, still weighed. Always most so in his chest, where his heart rests. His tired eyes land on Felix's face, and note with rising contentedness that his mate looks happy. Plump and glowing. Smiling soft like early morning sunlight.
Then Felix leans in and gives him a kiss. Not the usual, morning peck to greet the new day, but one full of warmth that lingers. And when he pulls away, he does it barely so, only enough to meet Seungmin's sleepy gaze, and whisper, "Thank you."
"Wha' for?" Seungmin returns, voice rough.
Felix's smile turns brighter, grows almost blinding. More so than the sun streaming through the window, more so than daylight, more than the hot blazing sun at the peak of summer, and all of it directed only at him.
"The peaches were delicious," he simply says, then gets up and walks out of the room.
If Seungmin had a tail, it would have been wagging.
"Now come on, let's have breakfast!" Felix shouts, and like a planet set in orbit, Seungmin moves.