“Shopping is so fun with you, hyung!” Taemin cried.

                “We’re just shopping for groceries,” Minho pointed out, but Taemin waved off the comment.

                “It’s still fun. And you’re so strong, I don’t have to carry anything!”

                “Well, you could carry something,” Minho pouted, “but I’m not going to make you because you’re my darling Taemin who just got off his crutches and I want you to be well.”

                “It’s been a while since I got off my crutches,” Taemin laughed.

                “Okay, deciding between these two cake mixes for tomorrow,” Minho said, tucking the rest of the groceries under his arms and holding the cake mixes in his hands. “I think this would be good, but then again, maybe this one is better. What do you t—oh, damn! Taemin, my money fell out of my pocket. Can you pick up that bill?”

                Taemin smiled at him slyly, and Minho was nervous for a moment.

                Rightfully so, because Taemin picked up the bill and put it on his own mouth, breathing in to hold it there, and moved towards Minho, his chin jutting up for Minho to take the bill with his own mouth. Minho frowned and shook his head, but Taemin persisted.

                And everyone knows that Minho can’t say no to Taemin.

                He took the bill from Taemin’s lips with his own, holding it there just as Taemin had, and then put everything in his hands in a safe place before removing the bill from his mouth.

                “Taemin, that was an extremely counterproductive and ineffective way of giving me my bill back,” Minho scolded, but Taemin laughed.

                “Why sacrifice performance for efficiency?” Taemin grinned.

                “You sound like a car commercial,” Minho sighed, picking his things up again. But he smiled internally, because Taemin was right.