“You know what I like, hyung? Lemons,” Taemin said. “They’re yellow like my rainboots, sour like Key-hyung, and delicious like you!”

                “Your compliments are starting to sound more like insults,” Minho laughed. “First I’m a frog, now I’m a lemon?”

                “But I like lemons, and I like you, hyung,” Taemin said, hoping to clear up his strange compliments. “For the record, I like you more than lemons.”

                “Well, in that case, thank you,” Minho replied, giving Taemin a slight bow. “I like you more than lemons too.”

                “Compare me to something, hyung!” Taemin said eagerly. “Because then you won’t feel weird about me comparing you to things.”

                “Okay then, let’s see…you’re like a bush baby, because you’re wild and cute,” Minho said, settling on an answer. Taemin frowned.

                “That’s not comparable to my comparison,” Taemin pouted. “Which of these does not belong? Lemon, frog, bush baby.”

                “Fine, then,” Minho said in a challenging tone of voice. “You’re like an alfalfa sprout.”

                “Eh?” Taemin cried. “Why?”

                “Because you’re cute and oh-so-good for me,” Minho replied triumphantly.

                “Okay, fine, hyung, you win,” Taemin said. “But now I think I know how you feel.”