Good god, no.

Groaning as you make eye contact with him the first thing in the morning, you slump down on one of the stools of the kitchen island.

Minho simply rolls his eyes at you, muttering something that you can't understand under his breath, before going back to doing his morning routine.

With it being a weekend, he's unsurprisingly the first one awake, with you following a few minutes after him. The others were going to sleep in, it would appear.

Which is why... You're stuck here with him, watching as he moves about fluidly doing his everyday routine, all the while looking oh-so-attractive in that black tank top that he loves wearing.

Not that you'd admit it, of course. No matter how distracting his toned arms were. Never.

You're brought out of your thoughts as your mug, now filled with warm coffee, is placed before you. Looking up from the beverage, you raise an eyebrow at him in surprise. He simply snorts in response to that, sipping on his own coffee.

“I'm a hater, not a monster, okay? Besides,” he says, voice dropping an octave, and eyes glinting with amusement, “you looked like you needed the pickup, puppy.”

He grins at your expression, before reaching over the counter to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. His grin turns into a smirk as he feels your breath hitch at the rather... intimate action, and he lets his hand linger for a few moments longer, before he falls back. Giving you a moment to recalibrate, he goes back to speaking to you, as he sips on his beverage.

“After all,” he drawls, voice still tinged with amusement, “I've got to take good care of my sasaeng, considering she also happens to be a lost little puppy from time to time.”