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You were sprawled out on the living room floor, surrounded by a mess of colored papers, markers, and glue sticks. It was a Sunday afternoon, and you'd decided to tackle the ambitious project of making a scrapbook. Lee Know, your ever-curious and supportive boyfriend, had taken an interest in your project and was now kneeling beside you, scrutinizing your work with a critical eye.
"This is so cute," he said, pointing at a photo of the two of you at the amusement park, cotton candy in hand and wide smiles plastered on your faces.
You were glancing up at him. "I'm trying to make it look nice, but I think I'm just making a mess."
He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "I think it's perfect. Besides, it's about the memories, not how neat it is."
You smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. Lee Know always had a way of making you feel appreciated, no matter what you were doing.
As you continued to work on the scrapbook, Lee Know suddenly stood up and stretched. "You know what this needs?"
"What?" you asked, looking up at him.
"A dance break!" he declared, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
You laughed. "A dance break? Really?"
"Absolutely. Come on, get up," he said, pulling you to your feet.
He grabbed his phone and quickly found a playlist, hitting play. The room filled with the upbeat sounds of your favorite song. Without missing a beat, Lee Know started dancing, his movements fluid and precise. You couldn't help but join in, your awkward shuffles and twirls a stark contrast to his graceful steps.
"You're amazing," you said, laughing as he spun you around.
"And you're adorable," he replied, pulling you close. "Even if you have two left feet."
You stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "I'm kidding. You're doing great."
"Hey! Look at me! Any one of these hopefuls could be the next big thing in Kpop." You said, imitating Minhos dance that he did back then when he appeared on national geographic. Now Minho stuck out his tongue at you and you both broke into a fit of laughter as he did the choreography himself.
As the song came to an end, you both collapsed back onto the floor, breathless and giggling. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, his thumb gently stroking your arm.
"You know," he said after a moment, "I'm really glad we're doing this."
"Dancing in the living room?" you teased.
"No, just... being together," he replied, his tone soft and sincere. "I love spending time with you, no matter what we're doing."
Your heart swelled at his words. "I love spending time with you too, Minho. You make everything better."
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Good. Because I plan on sticking around for a long time."
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "Promise?"
"Promise," he said, sealing it with another kiss.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, photos, and dancing. By the time evening rolled around, the scrapbook was only half-finished, but your heart felt full. As you both lay on the couch, tangled together and basking in the warmth of each other's company, you realized that it wasn't the scrapbook or the dancing that made the day special. It was the simple, undeniable fact that you were with Lee Know, and that was more than enough.
