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You had left the apartment earlier that day with a simple request for Seungmin: get the laundry done and vacuum the place. It wasn't much, just a couple of chores to keep the apartment tidy while you were out. He'd nodded, half-listening as he sat at his computer, already absorbed in a new video game he'd started playing online with Felix. You knew how much he loved gaming, so you didn't press him too hard, trusting that he'd get to the chores eventually.
But as the hours passed, Seungmin lost track of time completely. The game was more intense than he'd expected, and with Felix in his ear, they were strategizing and laughing, completely engrossed in their mission. The laundry and vacuuming were the last things on his mind.
When you finally walked through the door, the apartment was exactly as you'd left it—maybe even a little messier. The laundry basket was still full, and dust bunnies danced across the floor. You sighed, dropping your bag onto the couch and making your way over to Seungmin, who was still glued to his computer screen, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Seungmin," you said, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. He didn't respond, too focused on the game. You called his name again, louder this time.
"One more minute," he muttered, not even glancing your way.
Your patience was wearing thin. He hadn't done a single thing you'd asked, and now he couldn't even be bothered to look at you? An idea popped into your head, and you decided to have a little fun with this.
"Oh, okay," you said, your voice light and casual. "I was just going to say that I had planned to give you a blow job if you finished the chores, but I guess I'll just save that for another time."
It was almost comical how quickly his head snapped up, eyes wide as he stared at you in shock. "Wait, what?"
His moment of distraction cost him the game. A loud sound from his headset signaled his character's defeat, and Felix's voice filled the silence, groaning in disappointment. But Seungmin barely noticed. He was too busy staring at you, processing what you'd just said.
You gave him a sweet smile, shrugging your shoulders as if it was no big deal. "Well, it's too bad you didn't get around to those chores. Maybe next time."
Without another word, Seungmin turned off his computer, not even bothering to say goodbye to Felix, who was still trying to figure out what had happened. He pulled off his headset, his mind already racing as he hurriedly got up from his chair.
"Laundry, right? And vacuuming? I'll do it right now," he blurted out, almost tripping over his own feet as he rushed to the laundry basket.
You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching in amusement as Seungmin frantically sorted through the laundry, tossing clothes into the washing machine with a speed you hadn't known he was capable of. He fumbled with the detergent, nearly spilling it in his haste, and you had to bite back a laugh as he finally managed to get the machine going.
Next, he grabbed the vacuum cleaner, plugging it in and moving around the apartment with a determination you usually only saw when he was trying to beat a particularly tough level in a game. You could tell he was trying to be thorough, but his anxiety to finish quickly was making him miss a few spots here and there.
When he finally finished, he turned to you, slightly out of breath, but with a hopeful look on his face. "Done," he said, almost as if he was presenting you with a completed mission in his game. "I did the laundry and vacuumed. All done."
You walked over to him, your expression neutral as you inspected his work. He watched you anxiously, clearly hoping that he hadn't missed anything crucial.
Finally, you turned to him, a small smile playing on your lips. "I have to say, that was impressive. Maybe you should forget to do the chores more often."
He blinked, still trying to figure out if you were joking or not. "Does that mean...?"
You laughed, reaching up to cup his face gently. "Maybe," you teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "But next time, do the chores first, okay?"
Seungmin let out a relieved sigh, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. "Got it. Chores first, then games."
You smiled against his lips, content with his answer. "Good boy," you whispered before kissing him again, feeling him relax against you, the tension from earlier melting away.
From that day on, Seungmin never missed a chore again—just in case.
