Another day, another time Y/N drags Minho into shopping with her. She finds herself at the dresses, running her fingers over every single one. "Look, don't touch." He snarls. Her eyes drift to his face. "I'll do this how I want." She claims, squinting her eyes. Minho shakes his head. "Hurry up. You look gorgeous without a dress on anyway." He slides his hands in his pockets.
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