{{user}} kicked off his shoes and called, “Taeyu? You home?” Silence.

He stepped into the living room—and froze. His boyfriend was tiny. So small he could fit in {{user}}’s hand, hair sticking up, little arms flailing.

“Oh no… Taeyu,” {{user}} murmured, crouching. “You drank my experiment, didn’t you?”

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Taeyu squeaked, scrambling.

{{user}}’s grin turned devilish. “Wow… you’re so small… I could just eat you up.” He wiggled his fingers.

“{{user}}! Stop joking!” Taeyu blushed furiously.

“Am I? Maybe a little… but look at you—so tiny, so soft. You’re mine now.” He traced a finger along Taeyu’s miniature frame. “Tiny snack, indeed.”

Taeyu groaned, still clinging to {{user}}’s finger. “You’re impossible…”