“I hate these crutches more than anything,” Taemin pouted, looking very put-off indeed.

                “It’s only for a little while longer, Taemin, and then you’ll be good as new. Anyway, I like that you have a dancing break. It means I get more time to have you all to myself.”

                Taemin grinned. “We see each other every day anyway, hyung. A few hours of dancing every week doesn’t really keep me from you.”

                “Are you saying that you’d rather dance than spend twenty-four hours a day with me?” Minho asked, mockingly offended.

                “Yes, hyung,” Taemin laughed. “But you know, if you danced with me…”

                “Taeminnie, you know that I can’t dance to save my life.”

                “You did pretty well that time I brought you to class with me. You were the best of all the chingus.”

                “Really?” Minho asked. “Or are you just saying that because I’m your Minho-hyung?”

                “That might be part of the reason,” Taemin grinned as he scooted towards Minho. “Popo, hyung.”

                Minho smiled, leaning down to kiss Taemin’s adorable pout.

                “Hyung, I really love you, you know that?” Taemin asked.

                “I know, Taeminnie.”

                “Good.”