"Song Minho I swear one more time you change the channel I'm gonna - "

"You're gonna what?"

"I'm gonna...!"

"Gonna?"

"Gonna kill you!"

"Try."

And Lee Hayi pounces on the way taller and muscular person that is Song Minho, in her attempt to 'kill him'. Song Minho kinda just laugh the whole time he's lying on the couch, Hayi on top of him trying to shake him and mess his hair, not taking any of this seriously.

Obviously Hayi realised a while later it is of no use. He doesn't care.

"Just let me watch my show," Minho says with a grin, "Plus, you can watch yours later. They have re-runs for yours but not for mine."

Hayi sits cross-legged on the couch, giving the older guy space to change his position and get comfortable to watch the show. Think she backed down? Think again. she crosses her arms and frowns at him. "But that's my TV!" Hayi protests, trying to wrestle the remote control out of his large hands.

She sees him grin again as he shoves her away lightly. "But I'm the guest." He says, not one bit concerned.

"I'm the host then, so listen to me." Hayi replies, not missing a beat. It's true. Minho is chilling at Hayi's house. Her parents are out at a company dinner and her older sister has work. They've been dating for a year but evening TV fights are still a common thing.

"Nope." Minho says, shaking his head while his eyes are still glued to the TV.

Hayi sits across him on the couch and uses her feet to nudge him. He ignores her. She sighs. It's time to unleash her power.

Aegyo.

"Oppa~~ nngh~~ please~~ let me watc