Taemin flopped down on the couch and sighed dramatically. Minho looked up from his book questioningly.

                “I had my last final,” he sighed. “But I don’t think it went well. And umma’s going to America for the next ten days or something.”

                “So you’re sighing loudly because you’re stuck here with me?” Minho teased, and Taemin pouted at him.

                “I’m sighing because I did badly on my final. I don’t mind that umma’s leaving. Except that she might not be back for Christmas.”

                “Well, I’ll be here no matter what,” Minho grinned at him.

A/N: Update 1/? for today. I start classes tomorrow so I have to try to catch up!!