Taemin finds a letter mailed to him one morning.

Mr Lee Taemin,

it read.

Written below are very specific instructions to have lucid dreams. You may not know what they are now but trust me and closely follow whatever’s written in the letter. Afterall, they led me to you, and I've never looked back since.

Taemin looks into the familiar doe eyes once again, but this time's different. This time, he's sure he won't forget.

"Lee Taemin," the older male calls.

"Choi Minho," Taemin mimicks him, trying to hold back his smile but failing.

"Tell me," Minho says. "What do you think about strawberries?"

Taemin chuckles. "I love them." 

"Now," Minho demands again and he's circling Taemin like a drill sergeant, arms behind his back. "What do you think about Choi Minho?"

"You?" Taemin gives a coy smile. "I think I like you."

"Just like? Not love?" Minho half-sulks.

"We might have to see about that." And just like this, Minho claims Taemin's lips for a sweet kiss.