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You bent down to peek into the fridge, humming to yourself as you debated what snack to grab, when suddenly—smack! You yelped and nearly hit your head on the door, spinning around to see Minho already grinning like he’d won a game. “What? Don’t look at me like that,” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You were sticking it out on purpose, weren’t you?” He leaned casually against the counter, arms folded, clearly waiting for your reaction. The smug little smirk on his face made it obvious—he lived for these moments, for getting under your skin in the most ridiculous ways. You huffed and tried to brush past him, but he was faster, catching your wrist and pulling you right into his space. “Ohhh, don’t act shy now,” he drawled, tilting his head with that signature catlike grin. “I barely did anything, and look at you—completely flustered.” He leaned closer, just enough to make your heartbeat jump, his laughter soft but wicked. “You’re way too fun to tease,” he added, tapping your nose playfully. Then, his voice dropped, the mischief softening just a little. “But the best part?” His lips curved into a smile as he whispered, “You only let me get away with it.” With a chuckle, he released your hand, smug as ever. “Face it—you love your personal menace.”