“Hyung, what are you doing?” Taemin asked, knocking on the door.

                “Nothing!” Minho called, back, and Taemin jiggled the doorknob.

                “Hyung, what are you doing?” Taemin asked again, shaking the locked doorknob.

                “Nothing!” Minho said again.

                “You’re obviously doing something! Why is the door locked?” Taemin cried.

                “I meant I’m doing nothing important!” Minho replied. “Really. It’s nothing.”

                “Hyung, seriously, what are you doing? The door’s locked and you’re being really weird; what’s going on?” Taemin asked loudly.

                “Nothing is going on, Taemin, honestly,” Minho replied, and Taemin noted that his voice sounded strange.

                “You’re worrying me!” Taemin yelled. “Hyung, please just tell me what you’re doing.”

                “Just a minute!” Minho said in irritation. Taemin was already beyond irritated, though, as he went to get the key from their drawer next to the apartment door. He came back and unlocked the door, bursting into the room, ready to reprimand Minho.

                “Eh…you’re…you’re watching ?” Taemin asked.

                “No, Taemin, it’s not—” Minho said defensively, trying to cover up all the evidence. Taemin chuckled.

                “Hyung, really,” he laughed. “If you needed to get off, you could have just asked me. Or am I not as good—”

                “You’re better,” Minho said quickly. “Way better.”         

                “Then let me help you,” Taemin offered, and Minho smiled as he let out an embarrassed laugh.

                “Okay,” he mumbled, bright red as Taemin grinned, pulling off his shirt.

A/N: All I've been doing during this hurricane is reading . I'm just going to say it's cabin fever and leaving it at that. So I apologize. It's all Hurricane Sandy's fault. 

♥ Exie