Still whimpering, the boy lets his dad tip the bottle to his lips. After a couple sips, he’s just sniffling, sitting on his dad’s knee and leaning against him. Mongryong stealthily crawls to the boy and nudges his dangling hand, it in apology. When Taeoh withdraws his hand, the dog slinks back between his human's feet.

“I really am so sorry,” Baekhyun says. He feels like he should get on his back, exposing his belly like Mongryong does when yelled at. “Can I…do anything?”

“No.” The tone is light, but Baekhyun still flinches and nods. “There’s nothing to do; it was an accident. I have dogs, too; I know how rambunctious they can get. No real harm done; we'll put some ice on it when we get home. Okay, bud?” Taeoh nods and wipes his cheeks.

Baekhyun fiddles with the Frisbee. “I really feel like I should make it up to you somehow.”

“It’s really alright. Just don’t be too hard on your dog. He’s apologized. You’re a good boy," he comments, offering a hand for the Corgi to sniff and . "Letting go right away when Taeoh-ah cried was a good thing to do. That was scary, huh?” Jongin gently scratches the Corgi’s fluffy cheeks and stands, lifting Taeoh onto his hip and collecting the straps of his bag in his free hand.

He looks back and waves, chest tight at the twin expressions of remorse and anxiety. Maybe he'll buy the guy a coffee or something, if they meet again. Just to show there's no hard feelings.