You and Minho are married. You’re 23 and he’s 25. You both live in a big mansion since you guys are pretty rich. He’s always been dominate and stuff....but you? Well basically the dominnest one, the one in charge of everything ofc~

It was now a heavy, rainy afternoon. Minho's come back home from work, drenched in cold water. He sighed as he chucked his keys and suit jacket onto the coffee table. He was now in his white button up with two buttons undone, his loose tie hanging around his neck and the black track pants with black leathered shoes. His shirt was becoming see through from the cold rain water soaking into it.

He then looked over to see you, quietly breast feeding your new born on the couch. You didn't seem to notice him yet...