“BABEE!”

The scream echoed so loudly through the apartment that you genuinely thought someone had died. Or maybe tripped and fallen headfirst into the oven.

You had just stepped out of the shower, a fluffy towel wrapped securely around your body and your hair still dripping damp, when your boyfriend's horrified shriek rang out through the hallway.

“DON'T COME NEAR IT!” came Changbin's panicked voice from the living room.

You hurried out of the bathroom, nearly slipping on the polished floor as you followed the frantic sound.

Blinking leftover water from your eyes, you found Changbin frozen completely in place. His body was entirely rigid, a full protein shake clenched tightly in one hand like it was his last remaining line of defense.

His gaze was locked onto the far wall. Specifically, a spot just above the light switch.

You squinted through the dim light.

A spider. A tiny spider, roughly the size of a single sesame seed, was slowly making its way across the paint like it had rent to pay.

Seriously?

Changbin didn't move an inch.

“Babe, don't make any sudden movements,” he whispered frantically. “It can sense fear.”

You stared blankly at your 28-year-old boyfriend.

This was the exact same buff, heavily muscular boyfriend whose sculpted muscles, defined abs, and massive biceps were practically twice the size of your head. The same man who could probably bench-press half a car without breaking a sweat.

The same man who owned two private gyms and was a strict, disciplined gym trainer himself—which was exactly how he had earned the money to afford this massive, spacious apartment for the two of you.

The same man who had once opened a ruthlessly stuck pickle jar with his bare hands and a terrifying snarl.

The same man who had once grabbed a random creepy guy by the collar and literally thrown him across the road just for looking too much at your legs when you were wearing a hoodie and shorts.

Then, you looked back at the microscopic spider.

It wiggled a single, tiny leg.

Changbin let out another dramatic gasp, flinching backward as though the insect had just pulled out a knife.

And here you were, 26, two years younger than him. Yet now you were looking at him in disbelief.

"Babe...." Changbin whispered in horror towards you. "Call an exorcist. Or a bug spray. Anything."