The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL] Chapter 60: Is it final now?

The halves ca apart in uneven, jagged lines — cheese stretching ssily between them before snapping. One side was larger than the other, the bread crushed slightly in his haste.

"....."

"....."

It looked anything but appetizing — lopsided, clumsy, and ugly — but Cheon Areum didn’t care in the slightest as he held out the smaller piece to Yoon Seoyul with a straight face.

"You eat this one."

Yoon Seoyul took the whole piece into his mouth without any complaints as Cheon Areum began the process all over again. Finishing it, Yoon Seoyul spoke again.

"Why don’t you move into my house?"

Casually offering it, he rubbed Cheon Areum’s ribcage under the hoodie just as casually.

"It is too big for alone. I mostly stay at my office because I don’t like it. If you want to take the house, that’s fine too."

"I won’t take it... but is it alright if we both move in?"

Cheon Areum finished assembling another cheese sandwich and turned toward Yoon Seoyul, the side of his cheek brushing against Yoon Seoyul’s face. Their eyes t for a brief second before Cheon Areum instinctively shut his eyelid, right as Yoon Seoyul leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss atop it.

"Do you want to move in today?"

Suddenly overwheld by the heat rising in his face, Cheon Areum grabbed a cold cheese slice and pressed it against his cheek in a desperate attempt to cool down, his heart thudding so loud he was sure it echoed in the quiet kitchen. Yoon Seoyul gently nudged him aside and smoothly took over his spot as he ushered Cheon Areum out of the kitchen.

"Go sit. I’ll cut the sandwich."

Cheon Areum sat at the dining table, zoning out. He peeled the cheese slice and began to eat it when Yoon Seoyul placed the perfectly cut sandwich on the table at the sa ti Rian opened the bedroom door, wearing a new outfit. He had even brushed his hair, all ready for the daycare.

"Hyung, why is the ketchup not inside the sandwich?"

Rian asked, climbing onto the other chair of the dining table.

"You can use as much as you want this way."

Cheon Areum quickly ca up with a cover-up. Of course, he didn’t know how the past Cheon Areum used to make the cheese sandwich, but it should be similar since there wasn’t much you could do with three ingredients. Rian took a big bite of the sandwich, chewing with his mouth closed and tilting his head from side to side as he nervously observed his reaction.

"lted cheese?"

Rian muttered in a confused tone, while Yoon Seoyul ate the other, larger piece of the ruined sandwich in the back, leaning against the counter and watching them. Cheon Areum narrowed his eyes as he spoke.

"Is sothing wrong with that?..."

"You used to put frozen cheese before, but this is better!"

Frozen cheese slices with ketchup?!

Yoon Seoyul, at the back, paused. Hearing the response, he closed his own mouth that was gaping a bit due to the absurdity of it. Cheon Areum just wasn’t made for making food of any sort. That was the conclusion he reached when the doorbell rang and Yoon Seoyul ca back with black plastic bags, one after another.

Cheon Areum stared in horror at the living room floor, now entirely overtaken by a ssy sprawl of takeout containers and delivery bags. The sheer amount of food made his stomach churn — not from hunger but from incredulity. The dining table could barely hold one of the paper bags, yet here the floor lay, drowning under what looked like enough to feed the spirits roaming around the building too.

"This is my fault. I should’ve checked beforehand..."

Rian peeked into every bag and container with gleaming eyes, carefully lifting lids and peeling back wrappers like he was exploring buried treasure. With the excitent of a kid at a buffet, he began picking out his favorites — fried dumplings here, crispy chicken there — creating a personal feast right on the floor as if it were a picnic.

"What are we going to do with this?"

Cheon Areum glanced up at Yoon Seoyul with a soft frown.

"Eat?"

Yoon Seoyul replied with a word.

"We’ll have to eat on the floor... or should I move it all to the bed?"

Eating at the dining table or on the bed was second nature to him. But sitting cross-legged on the floor with food spread around? That made him hesitate. It just didn’t feel right. Like taking a shower in the kitchen — sure, it was technically possible, but sothing about it went against the natural order of things. He stood there frozen, still hesitating, when Yoon Seoyul silently reached for his hand and guided him to the couch. He sat him down and then settled on the floor at his feet.

"But I can’t reach from here..."

"What do you want to eat?"

"The stead dumplings."

Yoon Seoyul calmly reached for the container of dumplings, popped open the lid, and grabbed the disposable chopsticks tucked inside. He separated them with a snap, picked up one steaming dumpling, and guided it straight to Cheon Areum’s mouth, his eyes fixed on him.

"That’s not fair. I want to feed Hyung too!"

Rian instantly skipped over from the opposite direction, careful with each step, his small hands cupping the stead dumpling like it was treasure. With one hand beneath it for support and the other gently steadying its sides, he cautiously brought it to Cheon Areum, looking at him with sparkling eyes that urged him to take it.

He glanced down at the other side, where Yoon Seoyul held up another piece of dumpling for him, also with a glint of sparkle in his eyes. Torn between the two, Cheon Areum shifted slightly from side to side — then, without picking, he leaned forward and bit into Rian’s offering first, then imdiately turned and bit into Yoon Seoyul’s as well. Both dumplings cramd into his mouth, his cheeks bulged like a squirrel mid-winter prep as he struggled to chew on them.