Seungmin had been in a relationship with you for two years now, which meant he knew you inside and out. He could predict your mood swings, recognize your small habits, and read between the lines of your exaggerated sighs and pointed glares. He had mastered the art of handling your childish outbursts, and instead of reacting with frustration, he met them with effortless patience.

You, on the other hand, had a tendency to start the most unserious arguments just for the sake of it. Whether it was over something trivial like who took the last sip of juice or something as small as him not texting you back fast enough when he was clearly busy, you found amusement in testing his reactions. But no matter how much you tried to ruffle him, Seungmin remained as unshaken as ever.

Tonight was no different.

You sat on the couch, arms crossed, eyes locked onto him like he had personally offended you. Seungmin, fully aware of your little silent protest, remained relaxed, scrolling through his phone with a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“You’re ignoring me,” you accused, shifting just enough to make sure he heard you.

Seungmin hummed in response, still not looking up.

You scoffed. “You’re supposed to say, ‘No, baby, I would never ignore you. What’s wrong?’”

Finally, he set his phone down and met your gaze, looking entirely too amused. “But I already know what’s wrong.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “Then enlighten me.”

He leaned back against the couch, arms resting behind his head as he listed off your grievances like he had memorized them. “You wanted ice cream earlier, but I said no because you’ve had too much sugar today. So now you’re sulking, hoping I’ll feel guilty and take you to get some.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again.