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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you decided it was the perfect time to tackle the growing mess in the apartment. With music playing softly in the background, you started in the living room, tidying up the cluttered coffee table, fluffing the pillows, and putting away random items that had somehow found their way into the wrong places.
Lee Know was lounging on the couch, flipping through his phone, occasionally glancing up to watch you work. He had offered to help when you first started, but you knew better than to trust him with such a task. Lee Know's idea of "helping" usually involved more chaos than actual cleaning. Still, you appreciated the offer and let him relax while you took care of things.
As you moved to the bookshelf, arranging the books neatly, you noticed something strange. A book you were sure you'd just placed in the middle of the shelf was now slightly off-center. Frowning, you adjusted it back into place and continued on.
But then, it happened again. The blanket you'd folded and draped over the back of the couch was now a little crooked. You paused, staring at it, wondering if you were just imagining things. Maybe you were tired, or maybe the blanket hadn't been as perfectly placed as you'd thought.
You shook your head, brushing it off, and moved to the kitchen. You began organizing the counter, putting the spices back in their rightful spots, and straightening up the dish towels. But when you turned around to grab something, you noticed that the jar of sugar you'd just placed at the back of the counter was now in the middle.
"Okay, what's going on?" you muttered to yourself, starting to feel a bit unsettled. You were sure you hadn't left it there.
As you continued to clean, the strange occurrences kept happening. The more you tried to tidy up, the more things seemed to shift around on their own. A throw pillow would suddenly be on the floor, a coaster slightly askew, a chair moved an inch from where it had been. It was like the apartment was playing tricks on you, and it was starting to drive you insane.
Finally, as you walked back into the living room after fixing the kitchen for what felt like the hundredth time, you caught sight of Lee Know. He was standing by the bookshelf, his back to you, casually nudging one of the books out of place with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Minho!" you exclaimed, realization dawning on you. All the little movements, the things out of place—it had been him all along.
Lee Know spun around, his eyes wide with mock innocence. "What? I'm just helping you clean!"
"You call this helping?" you demanded, pointing at the book he had just nudged. "I thought I was going crazy!"
A slow smile spread across his face, and before you could say anything else, he bolted, dashing towards the hallway with a laugh. "You've got to catch me first!" he called over his shoulder, his voice filled with playful challenge.
"Minho, you're dead!" you yelled, charging after him. He was fast, but you were determined, the sound of his laughter echoing through the apartment as you chased him down the hallway.
Lee Know darted into the bedroom, trying to slam the door behind him, but you managed to slip in just before it closed. He was already trying to scramble onto the bed to escape, but you grabbed him by the waist, pulling him back.
"Oh no, you don't!" you said, your laughter mingling with his as you both tumbled onto the bed, a mess of tangled limbs and playful shoves.
He was still laughing, even as you pinned him down, your hands on either side of his head. "I was just trying to make things fun!" he defended, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You call driving me crazy fun?" you asked, trying to sound stern but failing as a grin broke through.
He grinned up at you, clearly pleased with himself. "Well, you've got to admit, it worked. You're not bored anymore, are you?"
You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Maybe," he agreed, still smiling as he reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "But you love me anyway."
You sighed, playfully rolling your eyes as you finally let him up. "Yeah, yeah, don't let it go to your head."
Lee Know sat up, still grinning as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "Come on, let's finish cleaning together. For real this time," he said, holding out his hand.
You took it, letting him pull you up off the bed. "If you promise not to mess with me again."
"Scout's honor," he said, raising his hand in a mock salute, his expression so serious that it was hard not to laugh again.
With Minho actually helping, the cleaning went by much faster, and it was even fun—though you did keep an eye on him, just in case. And when the apartment was finally spotless, you both collapsed on the couch, satisfied and a little bit closer, even if he had made you lose your mind just a little bit.
