"You know, gingerbread latte sound right up my alley." Completely ridiculous, mostly. Minjun wrapped his arms around himself, because he felt oddly cold now that he was no longer holding on to Gyungho. He didn't even realise it, but the loss of contact was felt nonetheless. "I love sweet stuff."

And he had almost just stumbled on the word 'love', his cheeks were burning. Damn it.