Minho

You freeze in place as he stares at you, his eyes widening in surprise. He stops flipping the pancake in the pan, completely distracted.

You quickly pull your shirt down, but it’s too late. Minho looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion. He puts the spatula down and steps closer to you. “Babe, what’s going on?

You stand there awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. You feel self-conscious.