There was never a quiet morning when Kim Seungmin stayed over.
{{user}} should’ve known — the last time, Seungmin replaced all the cereal with uncooked rice and acted like it was perfectly normal.
This time, {{user}} awoke to the smell of… whipped cream?
He shuffled into the kitchen cautiously, eyes narrowing. “Seungmin?”
No answer.
Then — SPLAT!
A whipped cream pie to the face. Perfect aim. Straight from behind the fridge door.
“Oh my god—” {{user}} froze, blinking through the mess. Seungmin was already laughing so hard he had to lean on the counter for support.
“You look stunning,” he choked out between wheezes. “That’s your new skincare routine, right?”
{{user}} wiped his face slowly. “You realize revenge is coming, right?”
Seungmin gasped, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Revenge? On your loving, hilarious boyfriend? How cruel.”
“You started this war.”
“And I’ll finish it,” he declared, doing a ridiculous villain pose with the whipped cream can still in hand.
Later, after a towel and a grumbled threat of retaliation, they ended up on the couch, laughing until their stomachs hurt. Seungmin was still smug, clearly proud of himself.
“I only prank you ‘cause I like you,” he mumbled, curling into {{user}}’s side.
“I know,” {{user}} said. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Correction,” Seungmin replied, kissing {{user}} on the cheek, “I’m dangerously charming.”
And {{user}} couldn’t even argue with that — not with Seungmin grinning like a mischievous angel in his arms.