It was actually amazing how much progress had been made with the play. The actors knew pretty much all of their lines and songs, and even though Kris's sets were rather interesting, but he was very proud of them and they were somewhat cool looking. Somewhat.

There were a few more days before opening night, but currently they were having a dress rehearsal. Minho had left Lay to operate the lights while he worked on the curtains.

While waiting for the next opportunity to close the curtains, Minho heard his name being called softly. He turned around to see Taemin standing there, dressed in his costume and looking exceptionally attractive. Minho noticed that he was wearing some eyeliner, a sure sign that Baekhyun the makeup artist had gotten to him.

 Minho had been meaning to ask Taemin what was up with the winking and the smiling and the "I like you"- he'd tried consulting a romance novel, but he couldn't be sure if that advice was sound or not. Anyway, he'd hardly gotten to talk to Taemin since the younger was busy trying to perfect his dance routine with Kai.

"Are you about to go on?" Minho asked.

"Yeah." Taemin replied, glancing around. He appeared nervous, and Minho wondered vaguely if it was from having to go on stage. However, it appeared to be for a much different reason once Taemin began talking.

"Um, about the other night, I know I wasn't really clear or anything, but..." He looked simultaneously shy and like an eager puppy, somehow. "But I really like you so I-"

That was when Minho made a decision and kissed him. It was spur of the moment for something he’d thought about a great deal, but Minho’s instincts had told him it was the right time.  The romance novels had talked a lot about kissing as well. Minho didn't know if he was a good kisser or not. But he did know that he enjoyed the feeling of Taemin' lips against his and the sound of his fast breathing as they pulled away for air. Minho felt as though he could understand Suho and Lay and the feeling you got when it was dark backstage and the sound of talking and piano smothered everything. In a theater world where everything was fake, that had felt very real.

They both leaned in to kiss again, but Taemin suddenly jerked back. "That's my cue!" he hissed in panic, before heading out on to the stage, looking ruffled but still completely adorable. Minho brushed his hand against Taemin's as he passed, watching him go.

While operating the curtains, Minho continued to listen to Taemin's voice as he performed. He didn't want to credit himself, but he was pretty sure it was Taemin's best performance yet.

A/N: Thank you for reading everyone! To everyone who has read, commented, or subscribed, I thank you for staying with this fic for so long ^.^ Alas this chapter is terribly short- maybe the fact it's 2min fluff will make up for that?

Anyway, I'll be writing a (mainly Jongkey) sequel to this, which doesn't actually have anything to do with theater. It's just in the same universe. I hope you'll all read it when I post it!