Rating: PG? maybe G
Word count: 90
It’s a casual thing, the way his hands slip around Taemin’s torso. They rest gently first where hips meet stomach, restlessly shifting to clench together above the solar plexus. When tired of that they fiddle with the fringe to his Juliette shirt - threads fingers through it. Taemin tries to ignore it. He's seen his hyung affectionately nuzzling up to many people before - he knows Yesung is innately tactile. It doesn't mean anything but Taemin lets those warm gentle hands card through the fringe on his chest with a swelled heart.