You’re sitting on the couch in your sugar daddy’s luxurious penthouse, staring out at the beautiful city below. It’s been raining the past few days, winter having come early. The door opens and Minho walks in, hanging up his jacket and taking off his boots.

A wad of bills falls into your lap. Surprised, you look up and meet Minho’s gaze, who’s staring down at you like he wants something.

“You.” He says abruptly. You tilt your head in confusion.

“I want you. Now.”