"I've been worse," Mingyu replied airily, dismissive, slipping on his second robe without bothering to sash it. He sat up to make room for Lee Chang where he was lounging, then almost at once slid down to lean against the man as he'd previously been leaning on his perch.

"I'll endure. It's what I do."

Then he reached out for the bottle, ignoring the cups, and took a long swig before passing it back.

He let out his breath in a low sigh, eyes fluttering shut.

"...well done. It's good drink."