A fairytale.

If fairytales existed, he would be the prince and he would be the princess. Minho thought as he gazed lovingly at the boy who was lying his arms. He looked beautiful, pristine even when he was asleep. His eyelahes fluttered with every breath he took, making the butterflies nesting in Minho's stomach dance. Lee Taemin was a beauty. He must have been a princess in his past life, Minho thought. Or a beautiful peasant. He chuckled. Well, that would either make me the valient knight that rescued his princess from the tower, or the farmer boy living in the cottage next door. He ruffled Taemin's soft, silky brown hair lovingly. Taemin stirred, placing his hand on Minho's chest as he cuddled closer. Minho smiled, relishing the skinship he was having with Taemin. If only time could freeze at this very moment ...