You Count
“Fifteen,”
“Thirteen,”
“I’m telling you, the angle you look for it makes it impossible for you to see it.”
“I used a mirror, and I didn’t see it.”
“Where you wearing your glasses?”
Key frowned, “No, but I’m telling you I know how many birthmarks I have.”
Everyone in the van looked at the two, who ignored them and continued to argue.
“You obviously don’t. I counted and there’s fifteen.” Jonghyun retorted, looking out the window absently. “And the fifteenth one can only be found with a…ahem my tongue,”
“Ugh SHUT UP!” Minho groaned, glaring at them. “No. Just…no okay. STOP!”
Onew put in his earphones and turned it up full blast.
Taemin looked thoughtful.
“Did you really have to say that in front of Taemin?”
Jonghyun looked at him with sarcasm, “Are you serious? He’s with Minho for crying out loud. They were doing it before us,”
“Why are you guys still talking?”
Key pushed Minho’s face to face forward, “Eww, gross I still don’t want to hear about that,”
“YAH! HOW DO YOU THINK WE FEEL!?”
Taemin looked to his boyfriend, “How many birthmarks do I have?”
Silence reigned aside from Onew’s almost desperate tinged humming.
“Taemin…” suddenly on the spot he had no idea what to say. “I…I don’t know.”
Taemin stared at him for a moment before turning away in anger. Key shook his head and Jonghyun muffled a giggle. Minho closed his eyes tightly and buried his face in his hands.
“You have 23,” the maknae said quietly.