The truth was, Minho was afraid of falling in every form possible. Afraid of falling down. Afraid of falling behind in college. Afraid of falling out and therefore falling into pieces. But the kind of falling he was afraid the most at the moment was falling for the boy right in front

Hanbin couldn’t take it anymore and his best friend's help was the last thing he needed.  

2PM - Wooyoung, Taecyeon. Po wypadku Wooyoung tkwi w nierealnym świecie.

Okay, so here's my first short fic here, I had on my mind for a while. Almost a droubble. Friends say it's sad, so if you don't like sad things... don't read it.   English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes ^^;; I'd be thankful for any comments ^_^