“Hyung,” Taemin said teasingly, “hyuuuuuuung!”

                “Taemin, I really can’t right now. I have a huge calculus test tomorrow and—what are you wearing, Lee Taemin?”

                Minho looked up to see Taemin shirtless, wearing nothing but his pajama pants.

                “Taemin, are you trying to seduce me?”

                “No, but…”

                “Because it’s working.”

                “Hyung!” Taemin laughed. “I was asking you—”

                “Calculus can wait,” Minho said, pulling Taemin down on his lap and kissing his plump lips like never before.

                “Hyung, seriously,” Taemin said, pulling away. “I need a shirt. All mine are dirty. That’s why I came down here.”

                “So you’d rather get a shirt than kiss me? That’s fine,” Minho said with a note of playfulness in his voice.

                “Well…” Taemin blushed, “I guess I can get a shirt later…” Taemin leaned in once again and kissed Minho’s smile. Minho ran one hand through Taemin’s long hair and held his lithe waist with the other. Taemin used both his arms to hug Minho around the neck, deepening their kiss.

                “Taemin,” Minho said as he pulled away to take a breath. “Your kisses are seriously mind-numbing. I think I just forgot calculus.”

                “Wah! Hyung, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Taemin worried, still sitting on Minho’s lap. Minho grinned.

                “I prefer thinking about you than thinking about calculus any day,” Minho laughed, kissing Taemin again.