Taemin sighs and looks around, looking for something to do. He has his ice cream cone in his right hand and suddenly, he notices a crowd of people surrounding something. Being the curious person he was, he walks over to it and when he reaches it, he sees people performing. Specifically, two mimes and a juggler. He immediately notices Kim Jonghyun, the person who was juggling. He was, no doubt, Kibum’s boyfriend.

  He smiles in approval as their performance finishes and the crowd began to dissolve. He decides to go to Jonghyun and congratulate him for an amazing performance but, an obstacle decides to block him and knock him over. His eyes widen when he finds his iPad on the floor, with his Berthillon smack right on the middle of its screen.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” exclaims the person who had just knocked him over. He looks up to see one of the mimes and he was surprised to find him speaking. Weren’t mimes not allowed to talk?

  “Y-you’re a mime,” Taemin sputters. “Why are you speaking?”

  “Your iPad just fell and your general concern is why I’m talking?” asks the mime with a smile on his face. He kneels down to grab Taemin’s iPad before handing it to Jonghyun, who was happy to clean it up. “And to answer your question, the only time I’m not allowed to talk is when I’m performing.” He grabs Taemin by the hand and pulls him up.

  “Wipe that make-up off of your face, Minho,” Jonghyun hollers, handing Minho a wet towel. “You’re probably scaring poor Taemin right there.”

  “Oh, my bad.” Minho takes the wet towel and began wiping his face off of the make-up. When he looks at Taemin, the younger boy is dazzled with the mime’s face without make-up on. He was… attractive, as to say. Minho grins when he finds the boy staring at him. “Do I… dazzle you?” he asks, accompanied with a hair flip. This action seemed to pull Taemin out of his trance.

  “What?” Taemin fakes a laugh, which came out all shaky and, well, fake. “El-oh-el, no. I was just thinking that you looked really different when you removed your make-up.”

  “No , Sherlock!” Jonghyun exclaims from behind them, snickering. He was sitting down on a chair, talking with one of the mimes.

  “It’s nice to meet you.” Minho completely ignores Jonghyun as Taemin goes red upon what the boy said. “Ignore my friend over there, all right?”

  “A-ah, I really don’t mind.” Taemin shakes his head. He shakes hands with Minho, then. “My name’s Taemin. Lee Taemin, if I might say.”

  “Choi Minho,” Minho says. “Say, are you going out here in Ile Saint Louis alone?”

  Taemin shakes his head another time. “I’m going with a friend.”

  “Kim Kibum, right?” Jonghyun interjects and Minho throws a towel at him to shut him up.

  “Honestly,” he hisses. “Would it hurt not to in the conversations I’m having with people for the first time?”

  “Hey, I’m just asking about my boyfriend, which a lover might normally do.” Jonghyun grins then. “Well, you wouldn’t know because you’ve never been in a relationship before. Never, Minho. Never.”

  “Shut up, you’re embarrassing me!”

  “Unless you want to impress someone with your terrible looks, you normally wouldn’t mind embarrassing you.” Jonghyun starts guffawing, pointing a finger at Minho accusingly. “You like Taemin, don’t you?”

  “We haven’t even talked for, like, five minutes!” Minho sighs, rubbing between his eyebrows. “Excuse me for my pathetic and lame excuse for a friend.” Jonghyun fakes an offended gasp at this, his hand clutching at his heart.

  “And to think I was going to treat you to some Berthillon after this!”

  Taemin feels awkward around the two bickering boys so he excuses himself as he takes his now clean iPad. Just then, Kibum arrives. He stares at the four of them first before attacking Jonghyun with a bear hug.

  “Honey!” Kibum coos before placing his lips over Jonghyun. Minho shields his eyes away from the public display of affection while Taemin and the other mime coughs in annoyance. Unfortunately, the couple ignores them and continues kissing each other as if they were apart for a decade.

  “Erm, don’t mind them,” Minho tells Taemin, bringing him away from the couple. He had slid on a dark blue coat to hide his striped outfit. “They’re usually like that and you know pretty well that those two are a perfect match, what with their confidence and their boldness.”

  “I can only say that they’re quite audacious.” Taemin laughs. “I could never show any public display of affection. Even holding hands make me flustered already!”

  “Oh?” Minho raises an eyebrow at this and he reaches out a hand. The next thing Taemin knew, he had his hand in Minho’s. His eyes grow wide and he quickly takes his hand back, turning scarlet. “Ah, you weren’t joking, after all!”

  “What’s with that?” Taemin mutters, not even looking up.

  “Just wanted to see.” Minho winked at him, then. Much to Taemin’s luck, Kibum calls him, saying that it’s about time they go home. “You going to visit us tomorrow?” Minho asks with a smile on his face.

  “I guess I will.” Taemin shrugs. He walks to the table and grabs his iPad before walking over to Kibum, waving goodbye to Minho, Jonghyun, and the unknown mime.