He cut through the park and so did I, catching up to him quickly. I tackled him and we landed in front of a bench where someone sat, I glanced over as I pinned Taemin down, and saw it was Jonghyun, but ignoring him, I held Taemin’s wrists over his head and sat on him to keep him from running off. He squirmed around, trying to get away. “Look Taeminnie, you can’t run off like that, okay?” I speak, “Things will get better, it just looks bad right now, but don’t worry-” He looks over my head, “Jonghyun appa help me!” he squeals in the most adorable childish voice I’ve ever heard from him, and I laugh, reminded of the old days when we all messed with each other. “Get off him,” Jonghyun pushes me off and pulls the maknae up, who tightly hugs Jonghyun as soon as he can stand and speaks, “Hyung don’t go! Please, please, please, stay! I’ll-I’ll make Onew hyung keep away from you, just don’t leave us...” he begged. Jonghyun looked down at the boy clinging to him and I notice the anger  on his face softens as he puts his own arms around the maknae comfortingly. It bothers me. Why didn’t Taemin act like that with me? Teasingly I speak, “Yah! Pabo dinosaur you let go of my Taeminnie right now,” I try to put on a cute voice similar to Taemin’s but it only earns me a weird look from hyung and nothing from Taemin whose got his face buried in Jonghyun’s shirt.  Embarrassed I look away, clearing my throat and running a hand through my hair, my face warming. I