Min-ho

Min-ho was the kind of boyfriend who radiated "cool" to the rest of the world—sharp suits, a focused gaze, and a calm demeanor. But behind closed doors in your Seoul apartment, he was a soft, giggly mess. One rainy Saturday, you were both curled up on the sofa. Min-ho was intently focused on a Korean drama on Netflix, his head resting on your lap. As the tension onscreen built, you absentmindedly traced the shell of his ear and moved your fingers down his neck. He jumped so hard he nearly slid off the cushions. "Wait, wait!" he gasped, shoulders scrunching up to his chin. "Are you okay?" you laughed, surprised by the sudden movement. "You know I'm sensitive there," he muttered, his face flushing a deep shade of pink. He tried to look serious again, hes also very funny and kind