You sat at the kitchen table, scrolling aimlessly through your phone while Minho fiddled with a cup of coffee across from you. The hum of the coffee machine in the background made the moment feel oddly domestic.

Out of nowhere, you slid your phone across the table toward him. "Here."

He glanced up, his cat-like eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What’s this?"

"My phone," you said simply, biting back a grin at his confusion.

"Yeah, I can see that," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Why are you handing it to me? Are you trying to get me to fix something again?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, Minho. I’m giving you the password."

His eyebrows shot up. "The password? For this?" He pointed to the device as if it were some forbidden artifact.

"Yes," you said, laughing at his reaction. "You’re always whining about how I don’t trust you enough. So, there. You can have the password."

For a moment, he was silent, his thumb hovering over the screen. Then his smirk returned, and the mischievous glint in his eyes made you instantly regret your decision.

"You know what this means, don’t you?" he asked, unlocking the phone with the code you’d just told him.

"Minho, no," you started, already bracing yourself.

Too late. He had already flipped the camera to selfie mode.

Click.

"Perfect." He grinned, studying the photo he’d just taken. "That’s going to make a great wallpaper."

"Don’t you dare—"

But he was on a mission now. Before you could stop him, he started taking rapid selfies: one with his infamous smirk, another with a dramatic wink, and yet another with him pretending to pout.

"Minho!" You lunged for the phone, but he was faster, holding it just out of your reach, dodging your attempts to grab it back.

By the time you managed to wrestle it away, your camera roll was full of Lee Know's face, each picture somehow more ridiculous than the last.