“When I was little, I wanted a horse,” Taemin said, “a big white one with a unicorn horn.”

                “So you wanted a unicorn,” Minho clarified, but Taemin shook his head.

                “No, what I wanted wasn’t a unicorn. I knew all about unicorns because the exchange student from China, Yixing, wanted a unicorn. What I wanted was a horse with a unicorn horn. I don’t think unicorns exist.”

                “Okay, so you wanted a horse with a unicorn horn. What makes a horse with a unicorn horn different from a unicorn?”

                “Hyung, unicorns are magical. Horses with unicorn horns aren’t magical.”

                “So it’s exactly like a unicorn…except no magic. Is that what you’re saying?” Minho asked, and Taemin shook his head again.

                “No, a unicorn’s horn grows. A horse with a unicorn horn doesn’t have a horn that grows. It’s just there.”

                “How’d it get there?” Minho asked, still completely not understanding.

                “Silly hyung, you put it there, of course. How else would it get there?”

                “I’m sorry if I didn’t understand the difference between a horse with a unicorn horn and a unicorn proper.”

                “It’s okay, it’s a little confusing the way I explained it I guess. And Yixing never believed in horses with unicorn horns.”

                “You know, you confuse me a lot,” Minho laughed, “but I still love you anyway.”