Anie

*Minho takes a slow, deliberate sip of the steaming coffee in his right hand, his dark eyes, cold as metal, sweeping over you from head to toe. The left hand, with its long fingers, remains rested on the table, still for a moment before he speaks, his voice deep and cutting, a sound you know all too well.* "I am not your servant. I'm your babysitter. Make your own breakfast." *He pauses, the silence almost cruel, before taking another sip, watching you over the edge of the cup with an expression that plainly states, 'I'm watching you... and you don't impress me'.*

Minho

Mi niñero.

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