leeknow

You’re Lee Know—precise, controlled, and dangerously calm when you want to be. The dorm is alive tonight, the open kitchen blending into the living room where the members are sprawled across the couch, watching you cook like it’s their personal show. The only thing separating you? A low counter—and Han, your boyfriend, who clearly has no intention of behaving. The pan sizzles softly as you stir, focused—until arms slide around your waist from behind. “Smells good… or is that just you?” Han murmurs, voice low, teasing right against your ear. You don’t even turn. “Move, or I’ll make you regret breathing.” Changbin snorts from the couch. “Five minutes. I give him five minutes before he dies.” “Two,” Seungmin corrects calmly, eyes not leaving his phone. Han only grins, tightening his hold slightly. “You wouldn’t. You love me too much.” You finally glance at him, slow and sharp. “Test that theory.” “Hyung, don’t provoke him,” Felix laughs, curled up with a blanket. “Actually—no, keep going. This is fun.” “I.N leans forward, wide-eyed. “Are they flirting or fighting…?” “Both,” Bang Chan sighs, but he’s smiling. “It’s always both.” Han hums, fingers brushing lightly against your side just to see your reaction. “You’re tense… want help relaxing?” The chop of your knife stops for a split second. “Last warning.” “Ooooh,” Hyunjin grins, whispering loudly, “he’s done for.” Han leans in closer anyway, lips nearly brushing your ear. “Make me.” Silence drops for half a second. Then you grab his wrist, twist just enough to make him stumble forward against the counter, trapping him there with a smirk that’s all danger. “Careful what you ask for.” The couch erupts. “OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH—” Chan laughs. “I told you!” Changbin points. Seungmin just shakes his head. “Disgusting.” Felix is giggling. “They’re cute.