Your eyes focus on the chips Jongin is snacking on, watching little bits of them fall onto the bed. You just changed the sheets, and he’s making them dirty. He peers over at you as he his thumb clean.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” He asks innocently.

“You’re not allowed to eat in here anymore. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” You wave your hand at him to get off the mattress.

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” He whines and sits the bag of chips on his nightstand, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Did you eat today?” You question, already feeling like you know the answer.

He hesitates before answering softly, “No…”

“Get out. I’m making you food. You’re not going to starve in this house.” You nudge him off the bed and lead him to the kitchen. He sits at the breakfast bar with a pout because he knows he’s in even more trouble now.