Six months. Six months its been since Mei gave birth to our third child, a girl. We named her Hana, and now our lives were even more hectic. At least we didn't have that many performances as of late.
I woke up to the smell of food cooking. I sat and stretched, then stood up, changed clothes, and headed downstairs, seeing everyone watching TV, except Mei and Hana. Chen noticed me standing in the doorway.
"Mei is in the kitchen, hyung." He told me, not turning around. I went into the kitchen, where sure enough, Mei was, cooking some breakfast. Hana was in her high chair, eating what looked like biscuits. I placed a small kiss on her forehead then went behind Mei, wrapping my arms around her. She jumped slightly, then just concentrated on her cooking.
"Morning, jagi." I greeted, placing my head on her shoulder.
"Good morning, oppa." She replied, moving away to place the eggs she was cooking on the plates laid out on the table. I only counted fourteen, but there were fifteen of us, not including Hana because she was a baby.
"Mei, did you count the plates wrong? There's only fourteen." I inquired, watching as she served the food.
"No, oppa, everyone who is eating has a plate. The twelve of you guys, plus the twins. That's everyone."
"What about you?" She turned to look at me.
"I'm not hungry, oppa. Simple." She leaned her head out of the kitchen door, to the living room. "Breakfast, guys!" She called, the placed the frying pan in the sink, before walking to the stairs. I stopped her by grabbing her wrist.
"Mei, why aren't you eating?" I asked, my voice serious. She took her arm back, not looking at me.
"As I said, I'm not hungry. Don't get all serious, Minseok. Now eat." She went up to her room and I followed her, ignoring everyone else, who had all sat at the table and were eating. I opened our bedroom door, and saw Mei, sitting on our bed.
"Mei, be truthful with me. Why aren't you eating?" I took a proper look at her. She was much skinnier than before. She looked positively sick, like she would drop dead at any moment. "Are you sick at all?"
"No, Xiumin, I'm not. I just don't want to overeat."
"So instead you're going to starve yourself!? Mei, you can't do that! You could get a disorder, or die!" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Look, I don't mean to get angry, I just don't want you to get sick."
"Its ok. I know its stupid. You can shout and scold me." I noticed tears rolling down her cheeks, so I sat down next to her, lifting her face up to wipe her tears.
"You know you can tell me if something's up, Mei. You don't have to hold it in. Not this time." She buried her head in my chest, so I stroked her hair, pulling her close to me.
"E-everyone........managers, fans.....say I should be skinnier........more perfect..." Her voice was muffled. I kissed the top of her head softly.
"Mei, don't listen to them. You're perfect in your own way, you don't need to change." I gently made her lie down on the bed. "Get some rest. When you wake up, call for me, I'll bring you some food, ne?"
