“You’ve seen my apartment. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”

Unfortunately for Mingyu, Fox never could resist magic, let alone getting a peak at what Mingyu - who he’d never known to be that adept - was working on.

So rather than follow him to the bedroom, he walked over to the coffee table and picked up one of the half scrawled incantations to read it.

His shoulders drooped, but he didn’t turn back around.

“Oh Mingyu...”