Minho

It was early morning, and the birds were just beginning to sing and the sun was painting the sky in vibrant colors, but you and Minho decided to get up early today and go for a run, ignoring the fact that you usually get up before 1 PM on weekends.

Everything was going according to plan. You woke up early, and while you were still lying in bed trying to recover from a deep sleep, Minho had already started making breakfast for both of you.

Toasts with jam and coffee were already on the table, just waiting for your arrival.

Refreshed, you went for a run. The sun was already starting to warm the ground as you ran, wiping sweat from your brow after just 30 minutes. Meanwhile, Minho calmly matched your pace and looked as if he wasn't even the slightest bit tired.

After a couple more kilometers, you finally started to give in. Your breathing was getting ragged. Your legs wouldn't obey you.

Minho immediately noticed this and suggested they continue later. Upon hearing your agreement, he immediately pulled you onto his neck. Before you could process what was happening, you looked up at him in surprise, perched on his shoulders.
"What's wrong?" you asked in surprise, your cheeks blushing slightly.
— Me? I'm bringing this beauty back home. Save your strength, baby. I still need you healthy.