For demonic_angel0711 sorry it took so long! I hope you like it. It's more of an alternate scene but I suppose it would change the story line had it been used. :)

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Had it been wishful thinking to hope Taemin heard him? Mir was being too full of himself when he imagined Taemin understanding the meaning behind the music box. Perhaps it had been a mistake giving it to him. There were too many things Mir didn’t know about the other boy…about his past and all of that. He couldn’t properly help anyone when so much was being withheld.

“Mir, is that you?” The boy looked up, seeing Lee Joon coming towards him. He waved slightly, coming to a stop as the elder came up to him. They stood near a flood lamp, both faces somewhat lightened by the beacon. “Getting fresh air?” Joon guessed.

“Yeah,” Mir nodded, “Same thing for you?”

“The party was getting a little boring,” Joon shrugged, a wicked little spark in his eyes, “as third years, you must know that we like to spend our Christmas nights with our lovers.”

“Oh…,” he mumbled, blushing.

Joon nudged the younger boy, laughing. “So how’s your holiday going? I bet you hyperactive kids are throwing one wild party up there.”

“Sort of,” Mir sighed, “they’re loud.” He glanced up, seeing that the snow had stopped falling for the time being. “…Hey, where are you going when you graduate this February?”

“So you already knew that I wasn’t going to the University?” Joon said quietly. He smiled faintly at his underclassmen, looping his arm through the boy’s and pulling him along down the stone road. “I was admitted into a special dance program at the same university Yesung plans on going to. The academy said they’ll help fund my education and so I accepted the admittance.”

Mir made no indication, no reaction. His eyes were poised on the steps he took through the quiet, well lit campus. They arrived in the main square, making a wide circle around the perimeter. “You told me…that I shouldn’t hang onto that music box.”

“Yeah?” Joon murmured.

“I let it go,” Mir said softly, “I gave it to someone else…but I don’t know if he understands what it means, or how it can help him.”

The third year didn’t take time to think, speaking off of reaction. “There’s no right or wrong way of seeing that music box. In the end, it’s how it was received. If you really put feeling into the moment you gave it to him, I’m sure he’ll find some sort of interpretation.” Joon ruffled the younger one’s hair, grinning widely, “I’m happy that you let it go though. That means you’re starting to see the world right, little Mir?”

“Don’t tease me…,” he grumbled.

“Aw, you know you like it when I tease you,” Joon laughed, hugging the first year.

“Be quiet,” Mir rolled his eyes, leaning into the hug. They arrived back to the crossroads that led to the dorms respectively. He turned to properly hug the elder, arms tightening around Joon. “…Don’t do anything dumb while in the real world, hyung…”

“Why are you saying good-bye now?” Joon chuckled, flattening the shorter one’s hair. “Not planning on seeing me off on Graduation Day?”

“Nope…,” Mir muttered into the other’s jacket.

Joon sighed, eyes soft as he gazed down at the head burrowed in his shoulder. “I figured as much. Just come and find me once you graduate, okay?” He gently kissed the boy’s hair, patting his back.

“Hmm, maybe,” Mir replied quietly.

“Ah, why do you sound reluctant?” the older boy laughed, nudging Mir. He caressed the sweet first year’s face, lifting it up. “I’ll be waiting for you to come.”

Mir’s eyes widened as he felt lips brushed against his own. “Hyung…?”

“So don’t make me wait for much longer,” Joon whispered, smiling slightly.