Taemin emerged from the bedroom wearing just a pair of sweatpants.

                “Hyung,” he moaned, and Minho swallowed thickly. “Yoga is painful.”

                “Taemin,” Minho said, watching Taemin fill a glass of water in the kitchen, the sweatpants barely clinging to his lithe hips.

                “What?”

                “I can’t be held responsible for what I do when you’re just wearing sweatpants,” Minho informed him, and Taemin frowned.

                “I’d like to think you have more self-control than that,” he said, and Minho bit his lip.

                “Taemin, seriously,” he said. Taemin giggled.

                “I’m wide open, hyung. What are you doing to do?” Taemin asked teasingly, and Minho turned back to his video game.

                “Self-control,” he recited to himself. “Self-control.”

A/N: I'm so excited for this thing to be over, you guys have no idea. Yeah.

♥ Exie