You and Minho are best friends. Your 17 and he’s 22. You've always been the soft, submissive baby. And him? Well basically the dominant 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 you chucked his keys and suit jacket onto the table. He looked over to see you, quietly reading a book while you sat on the back, edge of the couch, wearing a fluffy onesie. You didn’t seem to notice him yet..