You were sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through food delivery apps while the boys hovered in the kitchen, debating loudly. Living with Bangchan, Changbin, and Han meant the simplest decisions could turn into full-on arguments, and right now it was dinner.

“I’m telling you, we should just order. Cooking is too much work.” Han said, arms crossed, leaning against the counter.

“No way. We have ingredients, we can make something quick and good.” Changbin argued.

Chan bit his lip, in thought. “Guys, let’s not overthink it. We could make something simple...”