“Isn’t it supposed to be fall?” Taemin asked. “Isn’t it supposed to be cool weather now?”

                “It can be hot in fall too,” Minho said, and Taemin pouted unhappily.

                “I hate hot weather,” he growled, and Minho chuckled.

                “I know you do.”

                “It’s because if it’s cold, you can always bundle up or run around and warm up. But with hot weather, there’s only so much you can do. It’s not like you can take off your skin or anything.”

                “Well, that’s true. But you can do lots of things. There are fans, pools, cold drinks, ice cream, h—”

                “That’s not the same thing as cool weather,” Taemin pouts. Minho was silent for a moment and Taemin wondered what he was doing in the freezer.

                Suddenly he felt something ice cold go down his shirt.

                “YAH, hyung!” Taemin screeched, jumping around trying to reach the ice cube. “Don’t put ice down my shirt! It’s cold!”

                “I thought you were too warm,” Minho shrugged, laughing as he watched Taemin scramble about the kitchen, attempting to rid himself of the ice cube. He gave up with a shiver, glaring at Minho.

                “That’s not what I meant,” he growled. Minho smiled.

                “I’m sorry, Taeminnie,” Minho said, hugging Taemin. Taemin pulled away in shock.

                “HYUNG!” he cried, trying in vain to reach the second ice cube Minho had just slipped down his shirt. “This is war!” he laughed, trying to grab ice cubes to slip down Minho’s shirt. 

A/N: Hi back from hiatus kind of omg I have so much left to write. 

♥ Exie