I wrote two more chapters before Min-Cheol came over to tell us that dinner was ready. He had his eyes throwing daggers at Seo-Jun but of course, they bounced off once he had dragged the book and started reading.
I sighed and began to stretch my shoulders but they were no good. Sitting still and writing for hours made me feel so stiff.
"Hyung, what's going on?" Min-Cheol asked, placing his hands on my shoulders. He began to gently massage my shoulders and my eyes rolled in satisfaction.
That was my boy. He knew just what to do to make me feel better.
"Haa, that hits the spot." I accidentally let it slip from my lips, and that made Min-Cheol feel proud.
"Are you stressed?" He asked me with a smile and I nodded.
"Yeah, you could say that." I said and eyed Seo-Jun who wouldn't even look up from the book. "A devil was working me to my bones."
