Lee Minho entered the house after a long day at work. He loosened his tie and poured himself a glass of water before sinking into the sofa for a moment of relaxation.

As he closed his eyes, a presence settled on his lap, accompanied by a familiar scent. Opening his eyes, he found Jisung there, raising an eyebrow at the unexpected intrusion.

"Oh, wrong chair," Jisung giggled, rising from Minho's lap and deliberately brushing against him as he moved away.

Minho's muscles tensed slightly at the playful gesture. What a brat, he thought to himself, before grabbing Jisung by the waist. "Behave yourself," he warned.