“Oppa,” Minho heard Taemin’s sweet voice say, and in that second, time stood still. His throat felt dry, and his breathing became harder.
He tried to control himself but failed. He wanted to jump on that bed. He wanted to feel Taemin’s soft hair between his fingers. He wanted to touch Taemin’s flawless bare skin and to feel Taemin’s soft lips on his own. He wanted –

“Ich ruf dich später an, Minho hyung ist da…
Ja der, von dem ich dir erzählt habe…
Opa, da läuft nichts…
Keine Ahnung wovon du redest. Ich leg jetzt auf, hab dich lieb.”

Taemin’s incomprehensible words interrupted Minho’s thoughts. The younger boy was on the phone. Minho could hear his name.
Was Taemin talking about him? What was he saying?

The blond boy hung up the phone and got up from the bed.

“Hyung, do you mind if I take a shower first?” the blond boy asked innocently as he opened his suitcase to look for clothes.
Minho almost choked on air when he saw Taemin take out his boxers.

“Hyung?” Taemin asked again, still waiting for an answer.

“O-of course,” Minho stuttered. Taemin looked shocked at the older boy's answer. Just then Minho realized what he has said.

“N-no I mean of course, I don’t mind. Y-you can take the shower first.” He corrected.

“Thank you, hyung,” said Taemin, smiling.

Just when the younger boy was about to leave, Minho stopped him.

“Taemin-ah,” he asked unsurely. “The phone call earlier… when you said oppa…”

“Oppa?” Taemin questioned, confused and just a second after, he realized what Minho was talking about.