Lee Minho smells like heaven.

Cinnamon and honey and spun-sugar, thick and soft and sweet. Jisung feels a little drunk on it.

Jisung's probably staring, but he can't bring himself to care, because not only does Minho smell amazing, he's really, really hot.

Compared to him, Jisung is so...juvenile. Strawberry and cheesecake, childishly sweet, and a face that still has him constantly getting ID'ed even at twenty-four. Minho is so far out of his league.

"Jisung? Are you there?"