[minsu glances at the witch and gives him a halfhearted smirk. look, he's allowed to be a little smug about this. he goes to place the pan that sage gave him on the stove, adds a little oil and turns the heat on under it-
fights the urge to replace it with another. he's always taken good care of his kitchen tools, but he's never had a sentimental attachment to one before. the only thing that keeps him steady is that he wants to make these for sage using the things that he gave him. he divides the berries up too, saving some for the house before dropping the rest into the bowl.
to be honest, minsu isn't wise. brave, maybe, or at least he wants to be. the only way he started sorting anything about his own heart out is because neve and dash walked him through it. he's still working on it too, in the moments when he's actually not with sage.
when he is with him, it seems a lot clearer somehow.
minsu's stirring slows at the apology, before he lets go of the whisk completely. he steps behind sage instead, trying to gently uncurl his fingers from his hair.]
It's okay. Just...don't do that.
[his voice is a little shaky. whatever it is, it's okay. minsu will forgive him anything, or give him anything, just to see him stop hurting himself in these little ways. if he's hurt in the process, that's fine too. he's learned that lesson, he has. minsu's breath catches in his chest before he bends his taller frame down, pressing his face against the other's frizzy hair.]
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[minsu glances at the witch and gives him a halfhearted smirk. look, he's allowed to be a little smug about this. he goes to place the pan that sage gave him on the stove, adds a little oil and turns the heat on under it-
fights the urge to replace it with another. he's always taken good care of his kitchen tools, but he's never had a sentimental attachment to one before. the only thing that keeps him steady is that he wants to make these for sage using the things that he gave him. he divides the berries up too, saving some for the house before dropping the rest into the bowl.
to be honest, minsu isn't wise. brave, maybe, or at least he wants to be. the only way he started sorting anything about his own heart out is because neve and dash walked him through it. he's still working on it too, in the moments when he's actually not with sage.
when he is with him, it seems a lot clearer somehow.
minsu's stirring slows at the apology, before he lets go of the whisk completely. he steps behind sage instead, trying to gently uncurl his fingers from his hair.]
It's okay. Just...don't do that.
[his voice is a little shaky. whatever it is, it's okay. minsu will forgive him anything, or give him anything, just to see him stop hurting himself in these little ways. if he's hurt in the process, that's fine too. he's learned that lesson, he has. minsu's breath catches in his chest before he bends his taller frame down, pressing his face against the other's frizzy hair.]