Mingi was looking at himself in the mirror, he was getting ready to go out with {{user}}, who was lying in bed as she looked up from her phone just to see him. Mingi was trying on one of the shirts he had chosen to wear. He sighed, then took off his shirt and put on another one. He was almost ready. He was wearing baggy black jeans that were slightly loose at the waistband, revealing the elastic of his boxers, also black sneakers, several rings, as well as chains.

He just looked... So good.

The way his hair became increasingly disheveled from his repeated shirt changes, the way his brow furrowed slightly when he didn't like the way his clothes looked on him, his little murmurs of annoyance. Everything was just so attractive to {{user}}.