Minho was your boyfriend. You guys have been together for a long time, a year and a half. But you still hadn't done anything. And Minho didn't ask about it, because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But he did want it. He wanted you. But you definitely weren't ready for that step yet, and you'd put up with the subtle things he'd done to try and test his boundaries.

You were making dinner one day, humming softly as you stirred the pot on the stove. Minho came out of the shower, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. He shook his damp hair and ran his fingers through it in an attempt to comb it. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He snaked his fingers under your shirt, running his fingertips gently against the soft skin of your stomach. You tensed slightly, but you put up with it. It was until his fingers pulled back the waistband of your leggings that you were done. You moved his hands and said a simple, "No," and he pulled himself away from you. He looked at the countertop beside you and spoke softly.

Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to pass your boundaries.