Chasing Perfection || Lee Know

Head Chef Yoon

The morning was chaos. Not mild, manageable chaos—but full-blown, Olympic-level, cat-chasing, shirt-stealing, can't-find-my-socks chaos. Clothes were everywhere, the air was still warm and the sheets were halfway to hell.

It all started when Hyejin's alarm went off and she groaned, rolling over—only to realize Minho wasn't beside her. She sat up in confusion, hair messy, neck and collarbone littered with fading red marks from the night before.

She heard shuffling in the bathroom and Minho's very dramatic, muffled voice:
"I can't find my moisturizer. Did you take it again?"

She padded into the bathroom, barefoot in nothing but his white button-down—her thighs on full display, the shirt hanging just below her hips. "Maybe I did," she said innocently, watching him freeze in the mirror when he caught her reflection behind him.

"Oh, we are not starting that again," he muttered, clearly distracted, eyes dragging over her legs.

"You started it," she said, brushing past him, as she bent down to grab her hair tie from the floor.

Minho swallowed. Audibly.
"Hyejin," he warned. "Don't test me this early."

"Oh, I already did last night," she teased, smirking. "You passed. With flying colors."

That almost derailed the entire morning.

They somehow got back on track—barely—and she ran back into the bedroom to get dressed. The outfit she'd picked for her interview? A stunning black fitted blazer dress with silver buttons down the front, cinched at the waist, paired with sheer black tights and sleek ankle boots. Elegant, confident, and criminally hot.

She was halfway through brushing her curls out when Minho walked back in, buttoning his pants—and failing miserably.

"You can't even dress yourself," she teased, walking over.

"I was distracted, okay? My very hot girlfriend is walking around in thigh-highs and nothing else."

She rolled her eyes and reached up, hands smoothing his waistband, fixing the buttons for him. "You're so dramatic."

"And you're evil," he muttered, leaning down and pressing kiss after kiss on her jaw as she worked. "Wearing this in front of me. Fixing my pants. You're killing me."

"I have an interview, Lee Minho."

"You're killing me," he repeated, voice muffled as he buried his face into her neck and kissed it slow, groaning low. "I vote we skip everything and stay home. I'll call in sick. You can do taste tests in bed."

She smacked his chest, laughing. "Yeah well you're outnumbered. Pretty sure your sons want us out of the home to turn this entire area into their playground."

Soonie, Doongie and Dori just meowed in response as if agreeing with her.

But the second she turned around to grab her lipstick, he grabbed her waist from behind and pressed a full, warm kiss between her shoulder blades. "Let me take you to the hotel," he murmured against her skin. "I want to see you walk in and blow them away."

"Fine," she said, half breathless. "But if you're late for work and your boss yells—"

"I am the boss," he smirked.

"Of course you are" Hyejin rolled her eyes playfully.

Meanwhile, chaos continued: Soonie had curled up in her interview coat, Dori had knocked over Minho's coffee, and Doongie was chasing a sock across the living room like his life depended on it.

By the time they were both finally dressed and ready, Hyejin was adjusting her skirt at the door and Minho was straightening her collar. She turned to grab her sample box when Minho caught her wrist and pulled her in for a soft, lingering kiss.