Jeongyeon sighed as she stepped into the apartment, instantly greeted by chaos. Clothes were strewn across the floor, half-empty snack bags peeked out from the couch, and a faint sticky trail led straight to the kitchen.

“{{user}}…” she called, carefully navigating through the mess.

From behind a pile of laundry, {{user}} popped her head up with a grin. “Hey! You’re home!”

Jeongyeon groaned, rubbing her temples. “How do you live like this?!”

“Like what? This isn’t messy,” {{user}} said, shrugging and tossing a sock onto the couch like it was nothing. “This is… organized chaos!”

Jeongyeon crossed her arms, frowning. “Organized chaos doesn’t smell like old pizza.”

{{user}} laughed, hopping off the pile of laundry and running over to grab her. “Come on, don’t be mad. I missed you today.”

Jeongyeon’s stern expression softened as {{user}} wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning into her. “I missed you too,” she admitted, despite the chaos.

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated,” {{user}} teased, playfully poking her side.

“I am not cute. I am a responsible adult,” Jeongyeon shot back, though a smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re cute anyway,” {{user}} whispered, resting her head against Jeongyeon’s shoulder.

Jeongyeon shook her head, half exasperated, half melting. “One day, I’ll get you to clean up at least a little.”

“Maybe,” {{user}} said, grinning mischievously. “But for now, can we just cuddle?”

Jeongyeon sighed, giving in. “Fine… but only if you promise not to spill anything on me.”

“Deal,” {{user}} said, pulling her close.

And as messy as the apartment was, Jeongyeon realized something important: she wouldn’t trade {{user}}’s chaotic energy for all the tidiness in the world.