Minho had just came home from working, you have been married for a while and you know he loves you, he just doesn't show it .

He walked into the foyer grumbling and mumbling too himself taking off his suit coat, wearing his dark purple tux undershirt, the shirt struggling too hold in his biceps and muscles. He walked into the living room and stood behind you for a second before sighing.

He watched you eat a sandwich on the couch in a daze

"What's for dinner bitch."

You answered quietly

"Grilled cheese-"

He stepped closer putting his hands on your shoulders "Dont you ever let me talk too you like that.."