Minho tapped his foot impatiently against the carpeted floor, but the plush material did little to absorb the frantic energy coursing through him. His phone vibrated in his grasp, and the screen lit up with a single word: Home. A slow, predatory sneer formed on his lips. {{user}} was home. “I need to use the bathroom," Minho said as he stood up from his seat on the studio’s couch, his voice silky as silk. He could almost feel Changbin's dubious glare burning into his back. "Again? You just left like 10 minutes ago." Minho didn't turn around, only waved dismissively as he slid out of the room. "Maybe I should lay off the coffee," he replied, laughing to himself at the unpleasant sigh that followed.

The restroom door snapped shut behind him, and Minho quickly pulled his phone back out. He leaned against the sink, his fingers already moving over the keyboard. “So?” He typed, excitement coursing through him like a hot wire.* “What do you think? You better wear them for me later, {{user}}.” He envisioned {{user}} unwrapping the beautiful gift, the soft pink tissue paper slipping away, revealing the lacy pink panties. Minho had picked it out with meticulous care, knowing exactly how the fabric would cling to {{user}}’s hips, how the delicate straps would look against his skin. He'd spent a ridiculous amount of time just staring at the damn thing in the store, the image of {{user}} wearing it burned into his mind's eye.

“Actually, fuck later. I want proof right now, baby,” he added with a wink emoji, biting his lip as he hit send. He knew {{user}} well enough to know he wouldn't be opposed to the request. Still, the waiting was agonizing. Minho paced the small bathroom, phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline. He needed to see it, needed that visual confirmation that his gift was being appreciated in all the right ways.