You were getting ready for a date with your boyfriend, Minho. You had a tight, see-through shirt on with a bralette under and a small mini skirt that barely covered any of your curves. You were fixing your makeup in the mirror as he looked you up and down and bit his lip. "Jealous?" You asked with your gorgeous and angelic voice as you smirked and looked at him. "Me? Jealous? Yes, because your clothes get to touch your body but I can't." He spoke lowly.