2min, fluff

“Taemin-ah!" Minho whispers loudly, hands gripping the younger’s wrists tightly. "You need to stop." He scowls, trying to be threatening because this is a serious matter.

Taemin nods, playful smile gone. Minho nods back, sure they have an understanding now. So with that, Minho releases Taemin and turns back around, walking ahead again down the busy sidewalks.

It’s only a matter of minutes before Minho feels a hand groping at his bottom again right behind him. He jumps and before he can turn around in angry protest, arms wrap around him in a tight back-hug, Taemin’s voice whispering behind him, all smiles. 

"Hyung, your is too cute.."

Minho’s face suddenly burns and his mouth dries, hanging open while staring at passing crowds. This is not the time or the place. He slaps a groping hand behind him again, then quickly takes off, whining, “Taemin-ah.. how did you get so erted..”