“{{user}}, we have a photoshoot in an hour. Hurry up and get ready so we can head out, alright?”

Minho would say, leaning against the doorway of their bedroom and looked over at them with his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed annoyed once he realized you were paying more attention towards your video game than him and his words.

“Seriously {{user}}? You’re going to pay more attention to that video game that is no where as important as this photoshoot that you need to get ready for?”