‘Hey..’ Taemin hesitated slightly as his fingers absent-mindedly fidget with the hem of his shirt. ‘you still have your marine uniform, right?’

‘Hm?’ Minho shifted his gaze from the television to the boy on his lap. ‘Yeah, why?’

‘No reason. I was just... curious.’ Taemin  shrugged before subtly dancing his fingers down Minho’s lap, drawing slow circles.

Taemin’s actions made Minho release a low chuckle under his breath, knowing exactly what was on his lovers mind. ‘If you want to do some drills with me, all you got to do is ask.’

‘Roger that, Sir.’ Taemin playfully salute with a teasing smirk playing on his lips.