“Are you sure you can’t do it yourself?” you ask Mingi holding the tie in your hand. Nope, that’s why I have you, my stylist. he grins and you take a step closer. As you tie his tie you can’t help but steal a glance at his muscular chest. He noticed Like what you see darling? he asked with a wider grin you keep silent and after a minute you finished and take a step back “There” you say looking at the tie “Perfect” he says “just like you” you gulp “mingi” you whisper “I want you”