The night of the party, Minho sat at home waiting for Taemin to appear. He convinced his uncle to leave him the car while he went to work, and had gone to the city to pick up a pretty birthday gift for Sunny. It was wrapped beside him on the couch as he waited patiently for his date.

He was once again scrolling through the list of contacts in his phone, deleting the numbers of people he knew he would never speak to again.

The doorbell rang and he was up from in the couch in a second. He quickly went to the door, anxious to see what would be waiting for him there.

Taeyeon: cute black dress, pink tights, cardigan, flat shoes, and a flower clip in the hair.

"Well you look y," he teased.

Taemin whapped him with his purse. "Shut up," he said, but Minho knew he enjoyed it. Why else would he have dressed up so nicely? He was also blushing.

He quickly looked Minho up and down. "You're dressed nice," he commented.

"I think we'll be the best looking pair at the party."

Taemin scoffed. "I highly doubt it."

"Well we'll at least look nice together."

Taemin shrugged and consented to agree.

"I got Sunny a perfume. You think that's okay?" Minho asked, showing his wrapped gift. He didn't really know the waitress very well, but he had spent a decent amount of money on the gift, so he hoped she would at least appreciate that.

"I'm sure she'll love it."

"What about you? What did you get her?"

"A bunch of hair accessories," he answered, holding up the pretty box he had no doubt wrapped himself. "She likes those sort of things."

"Yes, they certainly add a nice touch," Minho commented, staring at the flower in Taemin's hair.

Taemin gestured out of the door, "Shall we?"

"After you, Miss Taeyeon."

He glared at him, before making his way to his uncle's car.

As Sunny had promised, it was a quiet party. The apartment the waitress rented was filled with many of her friends, but they all behaved themselves nicely. The music wasn't too loud, the guests weren't too rambunctious, and the drinks were had in moderation.

The birthday girl was certainly enjoying herself, and she was more than glad that Taemin had come. Minho purposed to stay by his side the whole night, being sure to scare off any other man who might even think about getting close. It was strange how protective he felt over his strange cross-dressing friend.

Taemin had said he only wanted to stay an hour, and Minho was willing to oblige, but he wanted to enjoy that hour as much as possible.

In the living room, a few couples were dancing to the soft music. Minho just couldn't resist.

"Wanna dance?"

Taemin pulled his glass of punch away from his face and stared at him strangely. "You can't be serious."

"You obviously don't know me very well."

"Minho..."

He grabbed his hand, cutting him short. "Come on, it'll be fun." He took the glass from his other hand and set it aside, before dragging him to the center of the room, where the other couples were. Taemin sighed heavily as Minho took him by the waist, forcing him into the dance.

He reluctantly placed his hands on the taller man's shoulders, and glared at him as they moved.

"I'm beginning to think you enjoy making me uncomfortable."

"It is kind of fun."

"You're a jerk."

Minho took him by the hand and twirled him under his arm, watching his dress flow as he moved. "And you're very pretty."

They came back together again and Taemin looked very somber as he stared into his eyes. "I don't understand you."

Minho could only smile. "I don't understand you either, so I guess that makes us even."