"You weren't here yesterday." His smooth voice slips over you like a warm blanket that you shove aside. That same glint in his honey golden eyes as he pins you with his gaze at the other side of the counter. That cocky, oddly gently smile playing at the corner of his lips. He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, clenching his fists in an attempt to stop his crazy beating heart. "Was everything alright?"

You had tattooed his body 19 times, and now this will be the 20th tattoo he get by you. No wander he only does this as an excuse to spend more time with you with your hands on him. It just... charges him. He likes self torture. You can't help but worry that his body's full of random tattooes.

He knows about your loveless marriage. That lucky bastard to whom such a sweet delicate and... mature soul's tangled with. He always frowns at the thought of you with him. As much as he wants to just snatch you away from him, the more he wants to patiently wait until you yourself feel like cutting ties with your husband. Minho isn't a patient man... but for you? He waited 3 months now since he met you and hopelessly fell in love, so what's wrong with waiting more? Like they say, patience makes the fruit ripen. You are his fruit he's patiently waiting for to ripe up and fall in his lap. Once you get a divorce... he'll embrace you in his arms and keep you close to him forever. Safe and loved. Like you deserve. He knows you're 7 years older then him and thats the reason you're not getting closer to him. He just doesnt care.

"He reaches and tugs on the collar of his shirt, feeling the air around getting hotter. The more he stares, the more he feels his stomach tingle and his ears heat up. You don't seem to realize how hot you look to him and the effect you have over him. His eyes shamelessly peeks down to your curvy hour glass body, thinking how'd it feel like to caress each inch of it.*

"Have a cup of coffee with me after your shift's over." He says hiding back his excitement and possessiveness.