“What are you doing, hyung?” Taemin asked, watching Minho spin around in the middle of the quad.

                “Dancing,” Minho replied nonchalantly.

                “That’s hardly dancing, hyung,” Taemin giggled. Minho smiled at him, still spinning in circles.

                “Really?”

                “Yes.”

                “Well then, show me what real dancing is,” Minho challenged. Minho held out his hands for Taemin to take.

                “Hyung!” Taemin cried, looking around the crowded quad. “There are so many people here though. I’m not just going to start dancing in the middle of the quad.”

                “Why not?”

                “It’s embarrassing. Look, Jonghyun-hyung is over there. Go dance with him.” Taemin pointed to Jonghyun, who was trying to get Key to laugh at a joke he’d told.

                “But I want to dance with you!” Minho replied, still holding out his hands. Taemin bit his lip.

                “Fine.” He took Minho’s hands, and Minho spun him around like a swing dancer, their arms tangling and untangling until Taemin somehow finally ended up in an embrace.

                Some people on the quad clapped and cheered. Taemin flushed.

                “Hyung, that was so humiliating.” Minho just grinned.

                “But it was fun, right?”

                “…yes…” Taemin mumbled. It was fun. He smiled to himself. It was.