“It’s fall, you know that?” Taemin asked. Minho laughed.

                “Yes, I know it’s fall. You’ve already told me many times since it started more than two weeks ago.”

                “Well, you know what fall means, right?” Taemin asked, looking up at Minho with eager eyes.

                “No, what does fall mean? No, wait, let me guess,” he said, and Taemin grinned. “Banana milk.”

                “It doesn’t have to be fall for banana milk,” Taemin trilled, and Minho shrugged, giving up.

                “Okay, what does it mean?” he asked. Taemin ran to their little kitchenette and picked up the kettle, which was sending plumes of steam out of the spout.

                “Hot drinks! Do you want tea, cider, or hot chocolate?” Taemin asked, and Minho gaped.

                “We have cider?” he asked. “Apple cider?”

                “Well, it’s powdered from the convenience store…but yeah!” Taemin replied.

                “Cider!” Minho cried. Taemin poured him a mug of cider happily and they sat down together.

                “It’s good, right?” Taemin asked, and Minho nodded.

                “I think fall is my favorite season,” Minho concluded, and Taemin laughed.

                “Finally you know how I feel.”

A/N: Wow that was entirely too long of a break hahaha. Sorry I've been MIA. I have no good excuses.

Also there are drunk people speaking Spanish in the hallway right now. I'm fairly sure some of them don't even know how to speak Spanish when they're sober. Intoxication never fails to amaze/amuse/confuse me.

♥ Exie