Minho was never a man of many words, satisfied with just listening and nodding appropriately during conversations. It worked out quite well, especially when his best friend was the talkative Kibum.

“Jonghyun swore to god he saw a mermaid! Said it was the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen,” the older man was saying as he followed Minho around the pier. The taller of the two said nothing to this, not that Kibum was expecting him to—the elder was used to a silent other party by now.

“I seriously doubt he saw one though. Merfolk only show themselves when they want to be seen. Why would Jonghyun get to see one? He’s so lewd and crass.”

Minho shrugs in response, making quick work of gathering his fishing supplies from the dock and climbing aboard his small fishing boat. Kibum scrambled in behind him, still talking.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted see a mermaid. It’s not fair that he would, right?”

“Right hyung,” Minho agrees, deciding not mention that everyone wanted to see a mermaid.

Well, everyone except for Minho.