"Hyung?  What does 'fluff' mean?"

Minho looked up from his sports manga and stared at the curious maknae, who was peeking around the open doorway of the computer room.

"What do you mean, Minnie?"

Taemin approached Minho, shuffling his feet bashfully.  "Fluff, as a genre, like in stories.  What does it mean?"

Minho tried hard to think of a way to explain something that didn't have a clear definition.  "Fluff doesn't really have a meaning, I think.  I mean, it does, but it's not so much words as it is a feeling."

The maknae furrowed his brow.  "What do you mean?"

"Fluff is full of happy and comfortable feelings."  Minho stood up and ruffled his dongsaeng's hair.  "It's full of friendship and love.  That fuzzy feeling you get inside when everything is just right.  That's what fluff is."

Taemin grinned.  "Oh, I get it!  So this is fluff?"  He hugged Minho tightly, and the elder chuckled.

"Mm, it is.  What made you ask though?"

Taemin tensed and pulled away from his hyung.  "Uhm...no reason~"  He hummed and ran into the computer room.

The rapper snapped his fingers and chased after the maknae.  "Lee Taemin!  Have you been reading fanfiction again?!"