Touchy feely   "It would be nice if I could see." It was a simple statement. Something that just randomly pop up in his mind that morning, and there wasn't much thoughts about it. He didn't felt sad or depressed or even longing, because to Taemin, saying "It would be nice if I could see." would be equivalent to Minho saying "It would be nice if I could fly."   And Minho understood that.   "Mmmmm... Yeah it would," Minho said, smiling as he pulled the smaller boy into his arms. It was raining heavily outside, and they were still curled up on their bed, cocooned in blankets and warmth. "Touching's not enough for you?"    Taemin pouted a little, blushing. "No... Especially when you keep getting erted and do... things... when I tried to touch you..."   Minho bursted out laughing, rolling around on the bed and making his Taeminie even more flustered. "Yah!!! Hyung!!!" he whined, sitting up and smacking him with a pillow. Stifling his giggles with another pillow, he pulled Taemin down and cuddled him.   "I'll let you touch me innocently all morning, and I won't do anything. I'll try not to do anything..." Minho smirked and pinned him down on the bed, but stayed still. It was kind of unfair, how he could stare at Taemin all he wants and Taemin couldn't 'look' at him properly for a bit. So today, Minho was going to let him 'look' all he wants, and he wouldn't disturb him with his desires.   Tentatively, Taemin's hands travelled up his arms