So, I’ve been abroad for a week—not on vacation, for work (yes, work, ew)—meaning I had limited net access, and therefore could not hang out on AFF or, more importantly, spazz over the Gyu. Well, spazz over more of the Gyu than I have saved on my phone.

However, I come home, and the first thing to attend to (following the necessary unpacking of four suitcases) is sadly, not ogling looking at new pictures and vids of our dearest hamster, but a dirty house.

Sigh.

Delayed gratification has never been this ynoona’s forte, but as a mature person an adult someone who’s lived nearly more than three decades on this planet, I’ve learned to deal. And it’s not like the place was going to clean itself, right? Believe me, I’ve waited it out. Like a game of chicken with the house.

(The house won.)

With steadfast determination the desire not to choke to death on dust bunnies foremost in my brain, I go to tackle my chores, vowing to focus on the cleanliness of my domicile, and not the cuteness of my darling leader. He’s such a distraction, I know I won’t get anything done if I allow him to creep even a millimeter into my consciousness. My pledge? No bibimbaby until my home is spic and span!

With that in mind, I go first to tackle the sink of dirty dishes.

What…? There’s no similarity between Kim Sunggyu and a dirty plate, right? RIGHT?

Well, to remove the visual as quickly as possible, let’s grab my dishwashing liquid and scouring pad…

ACK! No, okay, forget the dishes. I can always use paper plates, right? Or…banana leaves or…the table…

I’ll just do some dusting.

Never mind the dusting, then. My mom’s knickknacks look better with a light coating of dead skin cells anyhow.

Well, since I’ve handled the dusting situation, some sweeping is in order.

Eh, it’s the twenty-first century. Forget sweeping. A vacuum is more efficient! Just gotta grab it and the brush attachment for those hard-to-reach corners…

I’m so silly. The house itself can wait! Clothes! I need to handle those first, of course! I wear them, don’t I? Can’t live without them. Well, probably could, but not if I don’t want to be arrested for breaking the obscenity laws (need to keep my record clean so that when I finally get to South Korea and get taken to jail for stalking the cutie commander, my lawyer can claim I have no priors).

Just let me grab my laundry detergent…

Yeah, okay, forget it. Having a clean house is overrated anyhow, right? As long as I can wash boxers fast enough for a certain salamander general not to have to “borrow” others’, I think I’m good to go.

This post approved by Kim “Get back here and spazz over me, noona!” Sunggyu.

*Pictures credit to their owners