Lee Minho

“What are you doing?” Minho asked, leaning against the doorframe of your room. “Shaving my legs, can’t you see?” you answered without even looking at him, busy running the razor over them. “Is that razor new? Can I borrow it?” he said, pointing to your hand where you were holding it. “Of course not!” you immediately glared at him, frowning. A little later, Minho was in the bathroom, getting dressed after a bath. He glanced at the razor on the shelf, hesitating slightly. He picked it up and turned it on, noticing the strong vibration. He was about to run it over his barely-there mustache when he noticed the speed control button. He was stunned, letting out a deep, ironic sigh.

Dual use. Double meaning. 555