[ He set the bags on the kitchen table, pulling the contents out one by one and looking them over. Zhao took the package of formula, not even bothering to change out of his wet clothes, and began heating some water on the stovetop. ]
You don't have to do that...
[ But Zhao was in his 'don't bother me, I'm cooking' stance, and Joon-gi knew better than to argue with the chef while he was in his element, so he let the matter go, for now.
Well, he'd prepare the tea later, once the stove was freed up. In the meantime, Joon-gi busied himself with setting up the litter box and finding space to put away all their new purchases. There were several little catnip toys, which weren't exactly essential, but Zhao had bought them anyway.
He was really committed to this, wasn't he? Warmth surged through him at the thought that Zhao might actually want this kitten, too.
Joon-gi grabbed another towel before making his way to the bathroom. For a moment, all he could do was stand in the doorway, watching as Zhao cradled the tiny ball of white fluff in the palm of his hand while he bottle-fed it.
To think that he had seen those hands break a man's nose with one well-placed punch. But now, in this moment, they were nothing but gentle.
He carefully draped the towel over Zhao's shoulders, allowing his hands to rest there as he lowered himself into a comfortable crouch behind him. ]
Why don't you let me take over, jagiya? [ He gave Zhao's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, hoping he'd listen to reason. ] You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.
[ He wrapped his arms around Zhao's shoulders, and pressed himself flush against his back. He could feel Zhao shivering within the protective circle of his arms, and Joon-gi knew that he would only blame himself if Zhao got sick. ]
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Date: 2024-09-12 03:39 am (UTC)You don't have to do that...
[ But Zhao was in his 'don't bother me, I'm cooking' stance, and Joon-gi knew better than to argue with the chef while he was in his element, so he let the matter go, for now.
Well, he'd prepare the tea later, once the stove was freed up. In the meantime, Joon-gi busied himself with setting up the litter box and finding space to put away all their new purchases. There were several little catnip toys, which weren't exactly essential, but Zhao had bought them anyway.
He was really committed to this, wasn't he? Warmth surged through him at the thought that Zhao might actually want this kitten, too.
Joon-gi grabbed another towel before making his way to the bathroom. For a moment, all he could do was stand in the doorway, watching as Zhao cradled the tiny ball of white fluff in the palm of his hand while he bottle-fed it.
To think that he had seen those hands break a man's nose with one well-placed punch. But now, in this moment, they were nothing but gentle.
He carefully draped the towel over Zhao's shoulders, allowing his hands to rest there as he lowered himself into a comfortable crouch behind him. ]
Why don't you let me take over, jagiya? [ He gave Zhao's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, hoping he'd listen to reason. ] You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.
[ He wrapped his arms around Zhao's shoulders, and pressed himself flush against his back. He could feel Zhao shivering within the protective circle of his arms, and Joon-gi knew that he would only blame himself if Zhao got sick. ]