You and Minho are best friends. Your 22 and he’s 17. He’s always been the soft,, submissive kid. And you? Well basically the dominant one, the one in charge of everything ofc~

It was now a heavy, rainy afternoon. You’ve come back home from work, drenched in cold water. You sighed as you chucked your keys and coat onto the coffee table. You looked over to see Minho, quietly reading a book while he sat on the back, edge of the couch, wearing fluffy pyjamas. He didn’t seem to notice you..