➳ #666

@yoo jimin. had dejun anticipated having her fingers in his hair, perhaps he would have made a conscious effort to dodge rather than stand there gawping at her with a rare look of surprise widening his weary eyes once it was too late. amusement flitted across his lips, the left corner of his mouth briefly tucking into his cheek, as he attempted to play off her words and actions. it wouldn't do to look so stunned when he was so much better put together over text - and when he hadn't been in bed less than an hour prior. all the more he needed to look the part as he stepped inside with the bag of spoils meant for her.

"did you demote yourself from kitten to baby?" he asked, his tone teasing as he reclaimed his sense in the face of her asking to be fed. he didn't move far on feet slippered from the moment he had returned to the manor before he spied a surface on which to unpack the contents of the bag. he glanced over his shoulder with a quiet tut as he placed the green glass bottle of perrier upright, his slim fingers retreating from the lid as if he were excavating something precious and not mark down food and paper packets of medication procured from a convenience store. "don't worry about it, it was hardly any trouble. besides, it gave me an excuse to come see you. if it were earlier i could have brought along a decent bottle of white, but alas. now where am i feeding you, hm?"

@xiao dejun. peach gloss glinted with every bounce in the woman's step, jewelry tinkling as she practically ran down the tenebrous hall to reach her door. outside was a man that had procured her much needed bottle of painkillers, and the sonorous call of, "delivery," confirmed it. turning the knob, the petite doll pulled the door and poked her head out, eyes crinkling up into delighted crescents when she caught sight of the other. a part of jimin hadn't expected the man to come, regardless of how many times he'd communicated otherwise. silver rings glistened as she reached forward, slim digits eagerly sinking into the silky tufts of dejun's hair with a honeyed praise of, "there's my good little pup."

beckoning dejun inside with a quick wave of her hand, jimin stepped aside to give him room to enter, brows furrowing with quaint curiosity when she sees the plastic bag- fuller than intended for a tiny bottle of pills. "not a chance. you'll have to feed me to make sure." she quips naturally before sighing, a hint of a pout painting onto her tiers. "but... dej. you didn't have to get all this... it's really cold out. i feel bad."

@yoo jimin. the rattle of the thin plastic bag may have been enough warning preceding dejun down the hall to the door. an amused snicker parts his lips to actually see the number displayed. it wasn’t a joke, at least not wholly. he pauses, rubs his face with one hand, hair mussed and flattened at the left side of his head where he had been lying down. his other hand raps knuckles only, lightly, against the solid door.

“delivery,” he calls out quietly. the thought of waking anyone else at this hour causes his insides to involuntarily twist. while he waits, dark wool overcoat belted shut over a plain white tee and gray sweats, he glances down at the bag in hand as it taps against his thigh. it isn’t anything fancy, but in the early am reduced price grilled chicken and bone broth, perrier in its signature glass bottle, and two single dose packets of ibuprofen are a minor blessing delivered without expectation. “i can leave it at the door if you promise to eat, kitten.”