“Do you ever feel like there’s something that you should do really fast but you just can’t do it properly in that amount of time, but then you feel like even if you did have the right amount of time you still couldn’t do it properly, and then you just feel like you don’t want to do it at all but you know you have to and you have to do it in that small time frame you have that’s really not enough?” Taemin asked, taking a deep breath after finishing his extremely long sentence.

                “I have no clue what you just said,” Minho replied. “Say it again, slower.”

                “I don’t want to do my summer homework,” Taemin pouted, and Minho laughed.

                “You could have said that in the first place instead of giving me an extremely lengthy hypothetical statement. I could have sworn you rehearsed saying that, you said it so fast.”

                “Well it’s true, hyung. I don’t want to do it and I don’t even have that much time left.”

                “You have almost a month. How much time do you possibly need?”

                “I want to finish it before the Olympics start, hyung, so I can watch!” Taemin sighed, and Minho nodded.

                “Ah, I see, okay,” Minho replied. “Well, that’s a different matter entirely.”

                “So then what should I do?”

                “Do it!” Minho cried. “Taemin, we have to be good fans. We have to cheer our country on! You can’t cheer properly if you’re worrying about homework! Quick! Do it! And we can wake up really early tomorrow to watch the opening ceremonies.”

                “Does that mean you’ll sleep over at my house?”

                “Yes,” Minho grinned. “Now go! Do your homework!”

                Taemin finished with six hours to spare. They were spent well.