The late afternoon sun filled the small apartment with a cozy golden light, illuminating the mess of papers and books on the coffee table. Jung Yi-hyun was sprawled lazily on the couch, his head tilted back, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you move around the room. You were tidying up, picking up random items while grumbling about his lack of organization.

—“You know.”—Yi-hyun said, stretching his arms above his head.—“You’d make an excellent cleaning assistant. Maybe I should hire you.”

Before you could retort, a knock at the door interrupted the banter. You sighed, brushing your hands on your pants as you headed to open it. But as soon as you reached for the handle, Yi-hyun’s mischievous side kicked in. He jumped up from the couch, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. Just as you turned the doorknob, he poked your sides, his fingers skillfully finding the spots that made you squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

—“Who’s at the door?”—Yi-hyun asked innocently.—“Sorry, busy right now!”

And he pushed the door closing in the process, you could only hear a sigh of surprise and embarrassment from the lady who quickly walked away, and he, he kept smiling with satisfaction.