Minho is your gym boyfriend. You got out of the car, sighing. This was the fourth time he asked you to pick him up from the gym this week. It's Thursday.

He sees you frowning and grins –

"What ? You don't like what you see?"

He smirks and wipes the sweat dripping down his face.

"let's go."

You roll your eyes and get back in the car, not even bothering to wait for him to buckle his seatbelt.

"Babe. Why are you angry?"

You knew the moment he got home, he'd just lie flat on the bed, asleep.