“Hyung, I love Jisoo, and so do you, right?” Taemin asked. Minho looked around for Jisoo, who was nowhere to be found.

                “Yes…” he said tentatively. Had something happened? “Why do you ask?”

                “Well,” Taemin said, shuffling his feet around nervously. Minho started to worry.

                “Taeminnie, what happened? Is Jisoo okay?” Minho asked concernedly, and Taemin looked up with wide eyes.

                “Of course he’s okay! Do you think I’d let anything happen to him?” Taemin cried.

                “Then why do you look so nervous?” Minho asked, feeling relieved.

                “What if…what if I said I wanted a pet penguin? I mean, not that I don’t like Jisoo, but—” Taemin was cut short by Minho laughter. “Why are you laughing at me?” Taemin demanded. Minho felt bad, but he couldn’t stop.

                “Taeminnie, what makes you think that it would be at all possible to get a pet penguin?” he chuckled.

                “It’s not?” Taemin asked, sounding disillusioned.

                “Not really,” Minho replied, wiping his eyes from tears of laughter.

                “But…Mr. Popper…” Taemin began, and Minho started laughing again.

                “Taemin, that’s a fictional story!” he laughed. “Anyway, isn’t Jisoo enough?” As if on cue, Jisoo came into the room and pushed himself against Taemin’s legs. Taemin smiled.

                “Yeah,” he replied, leaning down to pet Jisoo.