Minhos need your friend with benefits for a while. You two were obviously very close. You’d do coupley things together. Cuddle eachother to sleep and wake up to kisses, go on walks holding hands, bake together, do intimate things—but not with feelings. No serious feelings.

But Minho caught feelings.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he got excited everytime they kissed or touched. He always doubted if you were just his friends with benefits or his actual partner. The line was too blurred. He hoped you’d be his partner someday.

You were at his house, cuddling and watching a movie. Your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh. Just friends with benefits, right? That’s all they were.