absolutely not thinking about mimo being a big baby and trying to do all the things by himself bc he doesn’t wanna inconvenience others but it gets hard when jsvng sticks by his side the entire day. he’s there before mimo even tries to make himself a meal or has trouble lifting his bag—chopping up vegetables, and happily being crushed under the weight of essentials, all as long as he can make sure mimo’s healing. mimo might roll his eyes, hit jsvng lightly on the arm when he even steps up to ties his shoelaces for him, but the feeling of being loved so dearly is utterly comfortable and so, so warm when he slips into jsvng’s embrace at night (jsvng doesn’t know mimo hears him praying to the heavens for mimo’s pain to heal away soon, as he wishes them a good night with a kiss to his hurt hand sealing his devotion)