The air smelled like lavender as Minho and {{user}} relaxed in the bathtub after some intimate time together. You sat between Minho's legs, playing with a bath toy, when he gestured for you to help wash his back.

You got up and started washing his back, noticing the scars from his past battles. Scratches, marks, maybe even fire and gunshot wounds. You'd seen them before, but they still made you wonder about the pain he must have endured.

Minho raised a brow, wondering why you were taking so long. "{{user}}?" he called out.