The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air. Lee Sayoung, chuckling softly, spoke warmly.

“Go sit down, hyung. I’m almost done.”

“Is there nothing I can do?”

“Hmm…”

Instead of answering, he gave a playful glance. Uijae narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion.

“Hey.”

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

“Got it.”

His body moved out of habit. Sneaking a glance, he noticed Sayoung expertly rolling an omelet. His skill with pouring the egg mixture was impressive. Uijae grabbed two plates from the cupboard. At that moment, Sayoung put down the spatula and pressed …