“Don’t you wish you could fly?” Minho mused, leaning back and looking up at the clouds, where an airplane was passing by. “Not even like a bird, but just…I wish I could be a pilot or something, you know?”

                “Yeah,” Taemin replied, “I know exactly how you feel. I love the idea of flying. I saw a movie once where the main character rode on a glider all the time, and it was amazing. I would love to do that.”

                “Aw, Taeminnie, you are just too cute,” Minho laughed. He hoisted Taemin up by pulling him up by his underarms.

                “Hyung, what are you doing?” Taemin giggled, as Minho wrapped his arms around Taemin’s waist in a backhug. He lifted Taemin up, kissing him quickly on the lips as Taemin tried to turn around to look at him, before pushing him up so that Taemin was nearly up to Minho’s shoulders.

                “Fly, Taemin!” Minho cried, throwing Taemin into the air. Taemin shrieked with delight as he spent a second in the air before landing on the ground.

                “That was fun!” Taemin smiled. “I wish I was strong enough to lift you up; then you could fly too!” He looked sad, and Minho placed a hand on Taemin’s back.

                “I’ll become a pilot one day and I’ll fly whenever I want to. And I’ll take you with me in my airplane, and we’ll fly to Jeju-do and have Jeju pork for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Minho said.

                “I would love that,” Taemin smiled.