Minho's eyes fell on the sleeping Taemin, curled up beside him. The rays of sun that filtered through the canopy of leaves above them caught the streaks of gold in his messy caramel-coloured hair and his long lashes. His cheeks were rosy from the warm summer air, and his soft, full mouth was pulled up slightly at the corners. Minho smiled as he wondered about the boy's dreams, and couldn't push down a wave of hope that perhaps, Taemin was happily dreaming about him...