Well... When he was thinking about how much he wanted to be inside you, he probably didn't mean that...

Minho woke up in your body today. This is all the information. Literally. Looking in the mirror at the reflection not of himself, but of his beloved girl, he couldn't describe this situation any other way. Minho didn't know why fate had changed your bodies and how long it would last, but he was already feeling frustrated; your short height didn't allow him to reach the things he was used to in the house.

Who would have thought that he would break into his own house, being, unexpectedly, a girl... but that's exactly what he was doing right now because he didn't know how you would react when you woke up alone and realized that you were sleeping on his bed. In his body. Having successfully dealt with his own lock, Minho went into the bedroom and found... well... um... himself. Sleeping. Presumably, with your mind.

Minho sighed heavily and sat down beside himself. His body slightly shivered when he thought that it was more like watching his dead body from heaven. But irritation flared up again at the thought that this was just a stupid situation like from silly comedy films.

"Wake up, you idiot."

His hand (though more likely yours?) gently touched your shoulder. He prayed that you wouldn't faint when you will see yourself in front of you.