It had been a long time since Minho had seen Taemin eat his food deliciously like he was right now. They had been really busy, working hard for their tour all over Japan. There hadn't been that much time to eat leasurely in between the traveling, rehearsals, fan signings and concerts. Most food was gulped down, the taste forgotten as soon as the dishes were emptied.

But right now, Taemin was chewing on a piece of his four season pizza like it was the finest food in the world. But what was it actually other than a pizza with spinach, tuna, peperoni and mushrooms? Minho watched Taemin slice the pizza up, one slice after the other, making sure to have the toppings seperated neatly. 

The older boy didn't really know how long he was observing the other, but he knew that by the time he reminded himself to take a bite of his own food once in a while, the pasta he had ordered was nearly cold. Shrugging, he put his fork down and turned his gaze back towards the youngest. Taemin had finished 3/4 of his pizza by now. But instead of picking up his knife to work on the last piece remaining, his eyes looked at it rejectingly.

"What's the problem, Minnie?" Minho asked, curious why the blonde boy had stopped eating.

Taemin threw him a pouting look. "I don't like peperoni. They're too greasy."

The brown haired boy chuckled at the other's explanation. One would think a little bit of grease would do the skinny boy some good, some times. The younger gave his hyung a hopeful look.

"Do you want me to finish it for you?" the older boy inquired, having caught the other's gaze.

Taemin's eyes beamed at the question. "Yes, hyung!" he said, and edged the plate over the table. When Minho took a bite of the food, the blonde chuckled lightly and took the neglected cold noodles to his side.

"Look, hyung! Now we look like a couple eating the other's leftovers!"

Minho's toothy grin spread across his face. Like we're not.