The dorm kitchen smelled like something actually good for once, which meant Minho was cooking. Which also meant nobody was allowed to touch anything unless they wanted to die. You were sitting on the couch exactly where he put you five minutes ago, surrounded by three cats like you’d been assigned to babysitting duty. Soonie was curled up on your lap, Doongi was pressed against your side, and Dori was trying to climb onto your shoulder like you were furniture.

Minho glanced over from the stove, spatula in hand.

“Don't move.”

You blinked. “I'm literally not doing anything.”

“Good. Keep doing that.”

He turned back to the pan, then immediately looked back again when he heard laughing behind you. Jisung. Of course. Jisung had somehow ended up half-hanging over the back of the couch, his arm thrown over your shoulders like he lived there.

“You smell like Minho's shampoo,” he said, poking your cheek.

Minho froze mid-stir. He slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowing so hard it looked like he was about to commit a crime.

“Han Jisung.”

Jisung ignored him completely, leaning closer to you. “Did he make you sit with the cats again? He does that every time, it's so—”

“Get off.”

Minho’s voice was flat. Jisung blinked.

“What?”

Minho pointed the spatula at him like a weapon. “Get. Off. My girlfriend.”

You snorted, and that only made Minho glare harder. Chan, sitting at the table with his laptop, started laughing under his breath without even looking up.

“I told you not to touch his stuff,” Chan muttered, typing. “You know he gets psycho.”

“I'm not stuff,” you said.

Minho looked at you immediately. “You're my stuff.” A beat. He turned back to the stove like he didn’t just say that.

Jisung groaned. “Hyung, you've been dating for five years, relax—”

Minho spun around so fast the cats on your lap lifted their heads. “Five years, yeah. Which means you should know better.”

He walked over, wiping his hands on a towel, then stopped right in front of you. Without warning, his hand went straight to your waist, pulling you forward so you almost dropped Doongi.

“Stay here,” he muttered, adjusting you like you were one of the cats. “I put you here for a reason. Now stay beside me.”

Jisung choked. “HYUNG!! Stop hogging you all to yourself, you jealous bastard—!!”

Chan actually laughed out loud this time. “Minho-ya, chill. No one's stealing your girl and risking their life.”

Minho didn’t even look back as he went to the stove again. “Touch her again, and you're not breathing anymore.”