From: Minho
Subject:  -
Message: Taemin-ah, I’m reserving
you for today, okay?

To: Minho
Subject: -
Message: Hyung, it’s 4 in the morning.
Why do you need to contact me about
this now?

From: Minho
Subject: -
Message: Because I need you and I
have the Ruki guy asking you out
before me. It’s really important, so
can you please come? I’ll buy you
banana milk or something.

To: Minho
Subject: -
Message: Minho, you can’t just go &
bribe me with my favourite drink like
that, but… since you offered, I will.

From: Minho
Subject: -
Message: Okay, thanks. I’ll call you at
around 8 o’clock to tell you the details.
Get rest.

To: Minho
Subject: -
Message: Ne. Talk to you later, Hyung!
<3

                Taemin’s half lidded eyes greeted the morning sun as his body slowly regained feeling. He rolled over and stretched, his toes curling up under the covers as his lips parted to their full extent, a yawn escaping. He looked over to see his stuffed bear squished against the wall, reaching over for it and bringing it against his chest, hugging it with his arm. Meanwhile, his free hand d around his bedside table, finally finding his alarm clock as he raised it. It read 7:59AM, the numbers dissolving into an 8:00AM and as if right on cue, his phone rang. He grabbed the device and answered, the loud tune echoing into the corners of his room. “Yeobosaeyeo?” He answered, his voice scratchy. “Hey Taemin-ah. Did I wake you up?” Taemin rubbed his eyes, another yawn silencing his next sentence. “No, you almost did though. So what was it that you need?” Taemin heard muffling in the background as if Minho was packing something. “Ah, you see, I have another assignment at school. I need to photograph… what was it? Right, the 4 elements meaning: fire, water, earth, and air. Anyways, would you model for me? No, you are going to model for me because I reserved you.” Taemin laughed at the sudden change of heart. “I don’t model, Hyung. Surely you could find someone better looking and more professional.” He answered. “Sure I could have picked anyone else. I picked you though, and I have physical evidence that you agreed to at 5:18 in the morning on Saturday, the 7^th of December. Therefore, you are going to. You don’t want to be disrespectful to your Hyung and disappoint him, now do you?” Taemin crossed his arms as he stumbled across his room to his closet, rummaging through his clothes. “I’ll disappoint you as a model either way.” He said, a pout shaping his lips as he settled for a plain white shirt and skinny jeans. “I have clothes and make up ready for you so just come in whatever. I’ll text you the address to my university and I’ll meet you by the front gate, okay? See you at 10, AM of course.” Minho dismissed Taemin’s comment and any to come as he hung up. He got a text soon after directing him to Minho’s school. He tossed his phone onto his counter as he walked towards the fridge, ready to prepare a gourmet meal of cheap cereal and milk. What if I get weird looks? I mean, I’ll probably be the only person my age there. Taemin worried as he ate his discount delicacy. Well, Minho said he’ll meet me at the gate so I’ll just hide behind him, he concluded. He turned his phone’s screen on, searching for the map app. He typed in his address followed by the name of the school and waited for the results. “It takes 13 minutes to walk there? I’ll try to leave by 9:40 then.” He dropped his bowl off at the sink, making his way over to the television. The news channel it was last left on now showed 8:33AM. He laid back and changed between channels, watching snippets of pointless show after pointless show for the next hour. TV never interested Taemin. All he ever used it for was to check the weather or he just left it on to have a noise other than his thoughts roaming his head. He shifted his body to face the window, watching as the bare branches outside his window sagged from the weight of the snow lining them. He liked the way snow looked but only before it hit the ground. It was so delicate and pure, and then it just hit the ground where cars darkened and ruined it. He walked up to the window and blew on it, causing a transparent white cloud forming. He lifted his finger and traced the reflection of his face on the matte glass. He giggled at the mess of lines that were his face, wiping it away with his sleeve. A group of small children caught his attention as they built several snowmen and laughed, launching snowballs across the street. As Taemin day dreamed he heard a sudden thump as a stray snowball hit his window, only inches away from his face. He threw his arms in front of his face in defence and screamed as he fell back onto the floor, his hair messy on his head. He blushed as he sat up, crawling over to the coat rack as he decided it was time to leave. He threw on a heavy coat and pulled the hood over his head, matching boots on his feet. He unlocked the door and peeked out, checking for any more children hauling sleighs of demonic balls of ice anywhere near him. He skipped through the threshold and locked the door, making his way to the school.

                As he walked along the tall brick walls lining the block, he looked up to see a large gate with the schools name imprinted in the metal elegantly. He checked his phone which read 10:02AM and shoved it back in his warm pocket. His eyes caught a tall boy with dark hair standing with his arms crossed on the stairs further into the yard. He made his way to the figure, looking up. “Hi Hyung.” He was greeted with a glare and an impatiently tapping foot. “Do you know what time it is?” Minho spoke. “Ten.” Taemin answered, not knowing the cause of the anger. Minho pulled his phone out of his think jeans, flashing the screen to Taemin. “10:03 Taemin, 10:03. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting out here in the cold? Three. Fricken. Minutes. Taemin.” Taemin peeked over the taller’s shoulder, motioning to the door. “You could have just waited inside until you saw me.” Minho suddenly stiffened, lips parted for a comment that wasn’t coming as if the idea never crossed his mind. He smacked Taemin on the head, causing the younger to squeal, embarrassed as he turned around and walked towards the entrance. “Hurry up, we can’t be wasting time.” Taemin huffed. “Hyung, you’re just mad because I was right and you weren’t!” Taemin took off his hat as they entered, taking the opportunity to hit Minho’s back with it. “Idiot.” Although the word wasn’t nice, it cause Taemin to smile, knowing that behind that proud back was a blushing, frustrated Minho. They walked down the hallways and to Taemin’s surprise; there were many students for a Saturday. “Lots of people are here on weekends around this time seeing as projects are due before Christmas break.” Minho explained, as if reading Taemin’s thoughts. Taemin followed Minho through a door that read “Studio 19” where he was greeted by dark grey walls and false lighting upon several different backdrops. “You can just leave your stuff on the ground for now.” Taemin compromised, shedding his coat. “So what am I supposed to do?” Taemin asked, attempting to identify the equipment scattered around the room. “Strip down to your boxers.” Minho spoke as he walked over to black bag, slouching over it. “What?” Taemin stuttered out. “Well you need to change into another outfit, right?” Minho said, his eyes glued to the contents of the bag. “O-oh, right.” Taemin looked around the room. “Where do I change?” Minho finally stood up straight, turning around with clothing in hand. “Where you’re standing is fine.” Minho pointed to the spot on which Taemin’s feet were located. “Right here?” Taemin raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe his ears. “I’m not a e, you know. Unless you want me to be.” He chuckled at his own remark, throwing the clothing swiftly to Taemin, the younger boy barely catching it. “O-okay..”  He cleared his throat nervously, but did so, tugging his shirt over his head, dropping it over his coat, doing the same with his pants. He kneeled down, examining all the different pieces of clothing and figuring out their function. His eyes met a fiery red sweater with a rectangular tear down the middle laced with thin red strings. He pulled it over his head, his hands getting tangled in the strings until they found the right holes. He turned towards Minho, not sure if he was wearing it right. “I’m done putting it on.” Taemin spoke up, causing Minho to turn around. Minho nodded and patted one of two stools set in front of a dresser. Taemin made his way over to it and sat down, noticing Minho standing behind him. “I’m going to do your hair for each outfit, okay?” Taemin looked at Minho’s reflection in the mirror, cocking an eyebrow. “You know how to style hair?” He watched as Minho grabbed different sized curlers and a few straighteners and putting them down on the dresser alongside some other things and plug them in. “And makeup.” Taemin smiled looking down. “My manly Hyung suddenly doesn’t seem so manly anymore.” Minho on his tongue, rolling his eyes. “I did courses on it because I always got upset with the hair and makeup artist because they never got the models to look exactly the way I wanted them to, so I just decided to start to do it myself.” He began brushing Taemin’s hair, splitting it into several layers and teasing each one. Taemin watched Minho’s hands fiddle their way through each strand, placing them in specific position. He opened a small plastic bottle and squeezed it, clear, thick liquid oozing out. Taemin melted into the stool as Minho began massaging his scalp, his neck being textured by goose bumps. He sighed, beginning to relax. As his hands grew dry of the cream, Minho was beginning to pull his fingers away only to be stopped by Taemin’s groaning voice. “Ngh, Minho it feels so good, don’t stop.” Minho blushed, looking at Taemin’s face, watching the younger bite his lip. “Aish! Don’t go saying such things!” He pinched Taemin’s nose, coughing the younger to whine. “That hurt!” He said scrunching up his nose. “Then stop being such an innocent ert! Now turn around so I can to do your make up.” He sat down on the stool beside him, reaching for a few tubes of BB Cream and comparing them to Taemin’s skin. After a few trials, he finally decided on one and applied it on the outsides of Taemin’s nostrils and under his eyes, ridding him of the dark circles. He then reached for some primer and applied it on Taemin’s eyelids. His hands made their way to the top of the dresser once more, taking a pallet filled with every colour of the rainbow and then some. He took a small brush and instructed Taemin to close his eyes as he began to apply a dark grey tone across his eyelid. Soon after, he accented the inner corners with a significantly lighter shade and the outer corners with a darker one, blending the colours outwards into a gradient. “Taemin, I’m going to need you to tilt your head up towards the ceiling.” Taemin nodded and did as he was told. Minho lowered Taemin’s chair a bit a stood closely to Taemin as he dotted his eyes with silver sparkles. He blew lightly on his eyelids, dusting off the loose ones. “Now one more thing. Part your lips a little.” He coated Taemin’s lips with a skin coloured lipstick, outlining the inside of Taemin’s lips with a black lip crayon. He quickly blended the black tone out in a crackly formation on Taemin’s lips and smiled. “Okay, we’re done. I need you to step into something though.” Taemin looked in the mirror, preoccupied with his new appearance before noticing Minho’s expression. “Sorry, step into what?” Minho stabbed his thumb over his shoulder, pointing it at a plastic container. “Ashes.” Taemin shifted in his seat to get a better look. “Ashes?” Minho nodded. “Well ashes come from fire, right? Just step in it and I’ll do the rest.” Taemin stood up and went towards it, staring at it hesitantly before stepping in. Minho joined him soon after with gloves on his hands, kneeling beside him. He took two handfuls of the ashes and slowly slid his hands up Taemin’s legs, rubbing circles in certain spots to darken the tone. “As I thought, the gloves aren’t working for me. I’ll just wash my hands.” Minho peeled off the gloves and took another fistful of the powder. His fingerprints left dark marks on Taemin’s pale thigh’s as he trailed his fingers down them. After creating the perfect transition from skin to ashes, he stood up with more ashes in hand and took Taemin’s. “My hands too?” Taemin asked. Minho nodded and he repeated the same procedure up Taemin’s hands. “And…” Minho started as he pressed his thumb to the soft skin under Taemin’s eye, dragging it half way down his face. “Perfect. Okay, go over to the black backdrop over there.” He pointed across the room to a backdrop that looked like a cave scene. It had a rocky, cobblestone-type wall in the background that faded into black edges and some real rocks by the edge of it, tossed around the floor. Taemin stood in the middle and watched as Minho cleaned his hands in a sink and came to the camera prepared in front of him. Minho’s hands fit around the camera naturally as he began adjusting settings on it. After a few seconds of complete silence, Minho looked up. “Don’t just stand there so stiffly. Model. That’s what you’re here for.” Taemin looked at Minho confused as he fiddled with his black fingers. “I told you, I don’t know how to model! I’ll disappoint you just like I said I would!” Minho laughed as he leaned back from the camera and placed his hands on his hips. “Oh no, after all that makeup and hairstyling, I’m not going to let you disappoint me.” Minho stated. “Just stand, hmm,” He looked at the ceiling, tapping his foot rhythmically. “Lifeless.” Taemin stared at Minho before slowly getting on his knees and lying down. “No! Not dead! Lifeless: almost dead. Like a dying flame: burnt out.” He walked towards Taemin, angling him towards and from the camera. “Slouch a little, and make your eyes a little smaller. Like, just peek out from them a little. Pretend you just got out of bed.” Taemin nodded as he let all his muscles loosen, fall into their natural place. “Great. Now hold that pose.” He walked back to his camera, adjusting it again a few times before the shutter finally shut for the first time.

                The more Taemin posed, the easier it got. He switched to a flowing water-inspired outfit, followed by a feathery, air-inspired grey one. It finally came to one last earth one. “Here Taemin: catch.” Minho threw the last outfit to Taemin and the boy caught it, shimmying out of his current one. He quickly ran over to the sink, washing off his current make up and made his way back. He tugged on the pale green capris decorated by delicate pink and white chiffons. He looked by his feet and then around him. “Minho, I don’t think you gave me the shirt.” He looked towards the elder who was sitting, ready with the makeup. “There is no shirt, Taemin.” He looked at the elder in disbelief. “But… But Hyung, then everyone will see me chest..” Minho waved Taemin over, hurrying the boy. “You’re not a girl, if people see your chest, its fine.” Taemin slowly nodded as he sat down, pouting. “I guess you’re right.” Minho raised the brush and Taemin knew to close his eyes. Minho applied a very pale pink across his eyelids and contoured his face with darker shades of brown. “I’m going to keep this really simple because, well, y’know, earth, nature, natural beauty, etcetera. Now, part your lips slightly. I’m just going to put some lip gloss on.” Taemin separated his lips slightly, looking at Minho as the elder concentrated on his lips. Finally he pulled away and took in Taemin’s face. “I just want you to wear these.” Minho pulled out necklace which Taemin took the liberty of putting on, and a flowery wreath and placed it gently on Taemin’s straightened hair, fixing the boys bangs. Taemin smiled as he leaned into Minho’s touch, nuzzling into his hand. Minho chuckled at the sight, cupping the other boy’s cheek. “You weirdo, you’re just like a dog.” He joked. “Well I hope you’re a dog person.” Taemin laughed before standing up. “Now go over to the white backdrop.” Minho instructed. Unlike the other ones, this backdrop was completely white. “Just this?” Minho nodded. “I still have to photo shop all of these later anyways. The lighting isn’t miraculous here.” All that was placed was a giant stone which looked real but from touch was clearly fake. “Do I just stand beside it?” Taemin asked. “It’s up to you.” Taemin sat down in front of the rock and sat like a doll. His legs were stretched out in front of him as his palm took their place on both sides of his thighs. Next he leaned against the stone and place one hand on it as if he was scribbling something onto the hard, rocky texture. After a few more clicks, he had an idea. Snow: delicate and pure. He lifted himself from the ground, the stacked, flowery bracelets making a small noise. He sat on the rock and placed his hands on one side of him, forcing all his body weight to that side. He looked away from the camera, somewhere off into the distance. He waited patiently but not a single picture was taken. Finally he spoke up. “Not a good pose? I thought it looked really good. I guess I was wrong-” Taemin began turning towards Minho. “No! Stop! It-It looks really good… I just… sorry, you just look really breathtaking. I’ll focus now.” Taemin watched as Minho’s quick hands suddenly became clumsy, causing Taemin to blush. He tried to reshape into his previous pose, noting the extended amount of time Minho was taking with these photographs. The longer Minho took, the more revealed and insecure Taemin began to feel. Taemin looked up, hearing the cease of shutter clicks. Minho was just standing there, looking at Taemin. As Minho’s gaze was caught, the elder blushed and began smiling awkwardly. “Sorry, we’re done; I just can’t seem to get over how amazing you look… You know, you should really consider being a professional model. I mean, you look so good naturally and then amazing with just lip gloss on. Imagine how good you’d look with professionals working on you. Actually, I take that back. If you were famous, you’d be too busy to help me ace my projects like you are now, hehe.” Taemin got up and walked up to Minho, red faced, as he took in the boys compliments. Minho took off his cardigan and offered it to Taemin, the shorter taking it willingly. “Hyung, you’re giving me all these compliments, but you’re really handsome too. Like,” he looked at Minho as he reached for the wreath on his head. “You have really big eyes. If I go close enough I can see my reflection in them.” Minho laughed as he spun the boy around, unhooking his necklace. “Taemin, I’m pretty sure that if you lean in close enough, you can see your reflection in anyone’s eyes.” Taemin shook his head as he felt the weight around his neck lifted. “That’s not true!” Minho hummed, “I bet I barely have to look at your eyes to see. Look, turn around.” Taemin shut his eyes tightly and covered them with both your hands. “You can’t prove me wrong if you can’t see my eyes, Hyung!” Taemin’s muffled voice hit his hands. “Well then I guess I’ll have to look into your eyes.” Minho grabbed Taemin’s wrists and attempted several times before revealing Taemin’s face, a giggle escaping from both of them. Taemin took refuge in Minho’s chest, clinging to the elder’s torso as the elder did the opposite and tried to push him away. “Taemin, don’t try to be pulling these kind of tricks.” Taemin squealed as Minho lifted him and took him across the room, sitting him down, his back against the mirror as he refused to separate from Minho’s chest. “I’m not tricking you Hyung! I really love you and I don’t want you to let me go!” Taemin laughed as Minho resulted to tickling him out of his competitive nature. “I love you too which is why I want to see your beautiful eyes. So show them to me.” Taemin wiggled as jolts of laughter shook his body, attempting to push Minho away with his feet as he hid in the elder’s cardigan. “H-Hyung, I’m gunna pee myself! My bladder’s going to explode!” Minho held Taemin’s thighs down against the dresser as he stared at the boy’s closed eyes. “Not only will it explode, you’ll have to clean up the mess all by yourself. Unless you show me your eyes.” Minho bargained, touching foreheads with Taemin. “That’s not fair at all. What do I get in return for showing you my eyes?” Taemin pouted, catching his breath. “Banana milk?” Taemin shook his head. “You owe me some anyways for helping you out today! Something else!” Taemin folded his arms across his chest. “Well what do you want?” Minho questioned. Taemin sat quietly for a while, thinking hard. It finally came to him. “Matching bracelets.” Minho’s eyes traveled down to the bracelets stacked on Taemin’s thin wrists. “Matching bracelets?” Taemin nodded. “Yeah. One for both of us. And you’re going to have to pay for both of them.” Taemin mused. “Oh really now?” Taemin nodded again. “Mhm, that, or you’ll never see my eyes again!” Minho chuckled. “Okay, okay, fine. Now open them.” Minho said. Taemin slowly peeked through his eyelids, smiling. Minho’s heart skipped a beat and he nearly forgot the reason for the small distance between them. “I see me reflection.” He stated. “Hyung, I’m pretty sure you could see your reflection in anyone’s eyes if you get this close.” Taemin giggled. Minho’s mouth fell agape as he jabbed a finger at himself. “That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Taemin raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What? No. You were saying the exact opposite this whole time.” Minho pulled away, looking straight into the eyes that were hidden until moments ago. “Oh my God, you are kidding me Taemin.” Taemin playfully poked Minho’s nose as he winked. “I think you’re getting old, Hyung~” Minho chewed on his lip as he sent a glare Taemin’s way. “You’re too loud.” Minho pouted as he holding his fingers, waiting for Taemin to open his mouth to speak before pushing two of them past Taemin’s lips, stopping him from closing his mouth. Taemin grabbed at Minho’s wrist, trying to pull it out. “Minho!” His voice was muffled by Minho’s knuckles. “S-Stop Hyung it’s too- mmfph, M-Minho, s-stop! It’s too big!” Minho felt a sudden mysterious urge come over him as he heard the words, his eyes meeting Taemin’s. He quickly turned around as he heard the door across the room open. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt!” A voice echoed towards them. Minho noticed the girl and yelled quickly as the girl began to shut the door. “Ying, don’t go! We weren’t doing anything! I swear!” Minho turned back to Taemin; the half- boy with his loose cardigan draped over his shoulder and his legs around Minho’s waist. The boy whose mouth Minho’s fingers were invading. He pulled out his fingers faster than any of them could blink, and turned back to the door. The girl slowly peeked through, coming back in. “Are you sure?” she chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She looked at him skeptically. “’ S-Stop Hyung it’s too- mmfph, M-Minho, s-stop! It’s too big!’” She quoted. Both boys blushed as Minho grabbed the hems of his cardigan that barely covered Taemin’s chest and buttoned it up. “Well you misunderstood. Anyways, what did you want?” She smiled as she walked towards them. “How about the cute boy?” Minho rolled his eyes as he took Taemin’s hand, helping the boy to the ground. “Don’t get your in a knot. I just wanted to know how much longer you’ll be using this room.” Minho glanced over to the clock on the far wall. “A few minutes. He just needs to get cleaned up and changed.” The girl laughed as she began walking back towards the exit. “Cleaned up from all the dirty stuff you were doing, I’m sure.” Minho grabbed a towel, handing it to Taemin as he yelled at the closed door. “You’re a freak!” He picked up Taemin’s clothes off the floor as Taemin washed off his decorated face and tugged off his pants. “Sorry about her. She’s a weirdo. Unfortunately, she’s really smart. She doesn’t mean wrong.” Minho gave Taemin his shirt as he helped the boy into his jeans. Taemin quietly stood there as Minho dressed him. “I hope she didn’t get the wrong idea.”  Minho shook his head as he left to pack up his camera. “She didn’t. She just does stuff like that to tease you. Anyways, get dressed. Apparently I owe a 16 year old with the mentality of the toddler some milk.” With the camera packed in a back on his shoulder, he went for his coat as Taemin did the. “You’re so mean Hyung.” Minho chuckled at the pouting teen as he went for the door, holding it open for the approaching boy. “Well since I’m so mean, I guess I’m going to decide that I don’t owe you anything.” Taemin playfully punched Minho as they walked back down the hallway with their shoulders brushing. “You owe me so much.” Taemin laughed as they walked outside into the piles of snow. “I’m cold, Hyung. You should pamper me more.” This time Minho laughed as he slipped his arm around Taemin, bring the boy in. “Of course, I don’t want my baby to be cold.” Taemin s his arm around Minho’s waist, keeping himself in sync with the taller boys walking. “No, but really Taemin, thanks a lot for helping today. You’re a life saver.” Taemin’s heartbeat sped up at the words and his cheeks became rouge. “It was really nothing. I had a lot of fun.” The two walked quietly, wrapped up in each other, down block after block. They stopped by the convenience store and Minho bought Taemin his well-deserved drink, before heading back towards their houses. Minho suddenly stopped, bringing Taemin to a halt with him. “What is it Hyung?” Minho geared them towards the door of what seemed to be a small handmade jewellery shop. Minho let go of Taemin and began walking around the shop. Taemin did so himself as he approached a long glass case filled with different bracelets and rings. He propped his head up on his arms as he glanced over the accessories. One particular one caught his eye. It was a braided leather bracelet with a silver clasp. Right in the middle was a large, emerald green, tear shaped charm that hung from it. “It’s a very simple bracelet, but it’s wonderful, isn’t it?” a woman crept up from behind the counter, smiling at Taemin. He nodded shyly. Minho stepped up next to him and examined it as well. “Do you like it?” he asked. Taemin nodded. “Ne, it’s very pretty.” Minho dug something out of his pocket before looking at the lady. “I’ll take two. Do you have twenty centimetre ones?” The woman nodded as she began to pull two identical bracelets from under the counter. “Do you want the wrapped?” Minho shook his head. “Hyung? What are you doing?” Taemin watched as Minho began fishing money out of his wallet. “Getting us matching bracelets. You like that one, right?” Taemin nodded before putting his hand over Minho’s. “Yeah, but you don’t need to buy it!” Minho handed over bills as the woman announced the total. “That’s not what you said a while back.” Minho accepted the small bag, tied together with lace as he pulled Taemin out of the store. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home. And don’t try to argue with me.” They walked out of the store and continued their walk back.

                “Here’s your bracelet, before I forget and go home with both of them.” Taemin was down to his shirt while Minho was still in his coat, standing by Taemin’s door. “Give me your wrist.” Taemin stuck out his arm as Minho fumbled with the clasp, hooking it around Taemin’s thin wrist. Taemin watched the green teardrop hang from his wrist before looking back to the bag. “What about you?” Minho looked up from the new addition to the boys arm. “Hm?” Taemin pointed at the simple, white bag. “I want to put yours on for you too.” He reached into it, pulling out the bracelet gingerly as he lifted it in front of Minho. “Give me your wrist, Hyung.” Minho brought up his hand and watch Taemin’s long fingers seal the bracelet around his wrist. “There. Now we match.” Taemin shook his wrist as the teardrop shook back and forth. “Alright, well I have to get going now.” Taemin nodded as he opened the door for Minho. “Alright Hyung. Thanks for walking me home.” They both smiled as Minho started turning around. Taemin grabbed his wrist as he took a step past the threshold. “Wait! One more thing.” He boosted himself up on his tippy toes and planted a kiss on Minho’s cheek, using the taller boy’s chest for leverage. He came back down, looking up at the boy. “Taemin, what-” Minho began but was quickly cut off. “I hope you make it home safely.” Taemin smiled as he turned Minho around and forced down the few steps leading up to his door. “Now shoo Hyung. I’ll catch a cold because of you and then you’ll have to come over and nurse me back to health.” Taemin said, running back into his house, hiding from the cold. He closed the door and touched his lips. He brought up his fist as he cheered himself on. “Fighting!”

A/N: My chapters have been getting longer, I hope you guys don't mind D: No Ruki this chapter because I figured Taemin and Minho deserved some quality time alone~