The Hunter Wants to Live Quietly (bl)

The smell of toast browning filled the air. Lee Sa-young, who chuckled softly, spoke kindly.

"Go sit down, Hyung. It'll be done soon."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Hmm..."

Instead of replying, Lee Sa-young gave him a playful look. Cha Eui-jae narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion.

"Hey."

"Then, could you set the table with some plates and forks?"

"Sure."

His body moved on instinct. Glancing over, he noticed that Lee Sa-young was skillfully rolling the omelet. The way he poured the egg mixture was pretty impressive. Cha Eui-jae took out two plates from the cupboard. At that moment, Lee Sa-young put down the spatula and pressed the back of his hand against his eyes.

Once again, Cha Eui-jae's mouth moved on its own.

"...Are your eyes hurting again?"

Again? Had Lee Sa-young's eyes hurt before?