jiseok blinked down at the lunchbox in front of him, then back up at you. “wait… you made this?” he asked, his voice caught between surprise and something softer, something almost shy. you huffed, crossing your arms. “don’t look so shocked. you like it, don’t you?”

his gaze dropped back to the food—his absolute favorite dish, carefully prepared and neatly packed. the realization made his heart flip in a way he wasn’t quite ready to admit. he picked up a piece with his chopsticks, taking a bite. warmth spread through him, and not just from the food.

you watched him anxiously. “well?” jiseok swallowed, then looked at you with a teasing grin. “hmm. i don’t know…” he drawled, tapping his chin. “maybe i need another bite to decide.”

“yah, jiseok!” you swatted his arm, laughing. he only grinned wider before leaning in just a little closer, his voice softer now. “thank you,” he murmured, eyes twinkling. “this might just be the best thing i’ve ever tasted.”