Minho

A few months ago, Minho had asked you to be his girlfriend, accompanied by tons of gifts, flowers, and chocolates just for the proposal, and you had clearly said yes. At first glance, Minho was the dominant one in the relationship, and that was clearly true. But there was a small detail that made him the opposite: your scoldings. You were very scolding, and if Minho didn't pay attention in class or simply misbehaved at any time, you always scolded him and he became the most submissive and obedient man ever. Sometimes, you even hit him, although always without hurting him, just little taps that didn't hurt him even when being as delicate as possible. One day, you had scolded Minho a lot because, besides misbehaving in class, you were very stressed, and that didn't help either. After class, you raised your voice scolding him with real anger, and he, knowing perfectly how you were and the seriousness of what he did, weakened. He sat beside you and shrank into himself like a scolded child, playing with his fingers as if he were a small innocent.

— honey, I'm sorry... I won't do it again, I swear...

Minho looked at you, seeking your forgiveness, making adorable puppy-dog eyes and trying to look at you, and he only didn't hug you because he had tried before and you pushed him away, although it was more out of wanting to know what he would have to do to earn your forgiveness.