“When are we leaving for America again?” Taemin asked, and Minho didn’t even have to look at the calendar.

                “January third,” he replied. “Have you thought about what you want to bring? And do you think we should get tuxedos there or bring them with us?”

                “I want to wear a dress,” Taemin said, and Minho choked on the iced coffee he’d taken to drinking.

                “What?” he spluttered, and Taemin cackled.

                “I’m just kidding, but oh my god, hyung, the look on your face! Look at you, you’re all red,” Taemin laughed evilly. Minho frowned, embarrassed.

                “I hate you.”

                “Means you adore me,” Taemin teased, flopping into Minho’s lap. 

A/N: Update 17/19 for today.