Minhoxjonghyun (10 minhoxjonghyun fanfics)
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Jonghyun's a composer, he doesn't sing anymore, but he shares his beautiful lyrics to the world through other talents. Kibum is now a chef, he finally had the time to continue learning how to cook in a professional way. Taemin has decided to open a dance studio and from time to time choreograph some dance steps for SME's new idol groups. Onew never left the limelight. He's more popular now as a theater actor than an idol. Minho. Minho just disappeared.
Jonghyun is an artist who's about to lose his eyesight, Minho will never let that happen.
The connection, the chemistry was there the first time we met and introduced ourselves to each other, out of the four other guys in the room, i just knew that the moment you smiled, we're gonna be great together. Eventually he learned how to make me smile and how to piss me off just like i knew how to and make him laugh everytime.
He strums his guitar and the words and soulful melody follows immediately. He sings through his heart but his mind is clearly elsewhere. Even with his eyes closed, he pictures the dimly-lit room, and wonders if he opens them, he'll find him.
He finds Minho sleeping, he smirks. Revenge will be sweet, he thought. He walks over to his bed, hovering on top of his bestfriend, then he stops short, "That can't be right..." He whispers as he touches his chest where his heart is beating three times the normal.
Synopsis: Minho and Jonghyun are separated for a while and they're trying to make things work. Disclaimer:
Synopsis: Minho meets Jonghyun after he gets sent to a camp for special children after an accident.
For every beautiful thing he's caught, there's bound to be an ugly retaliation of sort. He lets the petal fall to the ground and he walks faster to the now never-ending line of sakura trees stretched to the street, if there is a street. He looks at the ground and he doesnt even see his feet, he sees a low stretch of fog covering them, he doesnt feel it exactly, but he knows it's cold, so he pulls his cardigan closer to himself, and when he looks up