Taemin had insisted that he and Minho write their packing lists out well before they started packing. So Minho had gone along with it.

                “How’d you do it, anyway?” he asked, looking up from his list.

                “Should I bring fourteen shirts, or fifteen?” Taemin asked. “How’d I do what?”

                “Fifteen. How’d you book the house? With such short notice?”

                Taemin smiled. “Ah. That. I’m magical.”

                “I already know that,” Minho chuckled. “But really, how did you do it?” Taemin smiled at him again.

                “Well, you know how umma has a lot of contacts? One of her ex-boyfriends in Busan owns a few houses in Haeundae and he was more than happy to let us borrow it for a few days, provided that we do some dusting and whatnot. Isn’t that nice of him?”

                “Yeah!” Minho smiled. “I was so surprised, Taemin.”

                “I’m actually glad that you forgot to book it,” Taemin giggled, “because now we don’t have to pay for a house. We should have asked him in the first place.”

                “Well, it’s a good thing that things worked out the way they did then, isn’t it?” Minho said, looking back down at his list. “Should I bring my Playstation?”

                “Hyung,” Taemin sighed, “aren’t we going to be at the beach all day?”

                “What if it rains?” Minho asked, not unlike a child. Taemin gave him a look and laughed.

                “Alright, bring the Playstation.”

A/N: Well, that's an abrupt ending. Writer's block struck hard today, which because I have something that I really need to work on. 

ANYWAY THOUGH admire the amazing work I did cleaning up/organizing my livejournal. GO ADMIRE. 

Comment replies probably tomorrow because I am a lazy woman.

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