Clap - 56
Even after everything that had happened, the chain was still as sturdy as ever.
It didn’t seem worn out where it dragged across the floor either.
It would probably take three or four days of sawing to break it.
“Are you awake?”
While Jaemin stared at the shackle with a lost expression, a pleasant voice entered his ears from above.
It was a soft-spoken, polite tone.
It was Ihyun.
Jaemin glanced at him.
His face was bright with a wide smile.
He looked refreshed, as if he had just come out of a sauna.
Clearly, he had thoroughly enjoyed the night of intense sex with the omega.
“…”
Jaemin didn’t respond.
The only words he could think to say were curses like, “You bastard,” “Crazy psychopath.”
Still, the tray Ihyun carried caught his attention.
It was filled with steaming rice and soup.
There were also side dishes, the same ones from that morning, scattered all over the floor.
The scent of sesame oil wafting from Ihyun’s pheromones made Jaemin’s mouth water.
Ihyun walked leisurely toward Jaemin.
He placed the tray on the nightstand, pulled out a small stool from underneath, and sat down.
Then he placed the tray on his knees and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, picked up a spoon.
Jaemin frowned, realizing his intentions.
“I can eat on my own.”
“No.”
“…”
Jaemin’s brow furrowed deeper.
It wasn’t, “Let me feed you,” but a simple, “No.”
He didn’t even bother with a flimsy excuse like, “You’re hurt,” or “I just want to.”
Did he think Jaemin was some kind of invalid who couldn’t even hold a spoon?
He was a crazy bastard, no doubt.
Ihyun scooped up a portion of rice and dipped an oil-slicked bok choy leaf into soy sauce.
He brought it to Jaemin’s mouth.
Jaemin glared at the spoon.
Ugh, so annoying.
Should I just knock it over?
But he decided not to.
Why waste good food?
The food, as always, was delicious.
It was hard to believe it was made by Ichan’s large, rough hands.
Jaemin cleaned his plate, finishing all the rice, soup, and side dishes without leaving a single grain.
There had been a lot of food, but he didn’t leave any behind.
As Jaemin chewed on the last bite of rice, the door opened, and Ichan came in carrying a tray slightly smaller than Ihyun’s.