Minho woke up on his back, one of Jonghyun's arms bent under his head, the fingers playing with the top of his hair. The other arm was drawn across his chest, hugging him close, and lips brushed against his shoulder softly. He took a moment to enjoy the sensation of peace and stillness before blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Then he turned his head and caught the fond gaze directed at him.

“Good morning,” Jonghyun murmured and pressed a kiss to his shoulder this time.

Minho smiled a little and rolled onto his side to drape an arm around Jonghyun's waist and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“Morning,” he mumbled into his skin and kissed his collarbone.

He felt rather than saw the smile spread on Jonghyun's lips and they fell into comfortable silence again. Jonghyun's breaths deepened and Minho would have thought he had fallen back asleep had his fingers not been tracing gentle patterns across his back the entire time. Their heartbeats synchronised, though Minho didn’t think Jonghyun realised since he probably couldn’t hear Minho's heart. But it brought a kind of reassurance to know Jonghyun was there and his in both body and soul.

It overwhelmed him then, poured into his heart until he thought it would burst, spread the widest grin on his face and took his breath away all in one.

He loved this man.

This wonderful, kind-hearted, stunning man.

And Jonghyun loved him back.

How amazing wasn’t that?

“Jonghyun?” Minho murmured.

“Mh?” he hummed.

Minho smiled to himself and tightened his arm around Jonghyun's waist, caressing his fingertips along his spine, which earned him a small hitch in Jonghyun's breathing. It took him a while to be able to find the right words, his throat clogged up with emotion, but Jonghyun didn’t pressure him.

“I think you’re my guardian angel,” he whispered finally, into the quiet still air, his mouth brushing against Jonghyun’s skin.

Jonghyun snorted.

“I think I’m just a nosy, little bastard.”

Minho's smile widened.

“Well,” he said slowly. “You got little right.”

Jonghyun pulled back to glare at him, although mirth shone through his eyes.

“Oh no,” he warned. “You did not just say that.”

Minho raised his eyebrows in challenge and a wicked grin spread on Jonghyun's lips. Then he pounced on him, his fingers relentlessly tickling Minho's sides. Minho let out a yelp of surprise and, laughing, they wrestled for a moment until they were both so breathless they could barely laugh anymore. Then Minho rolled them over and pinned Jonghyun's wrists to the bed by his head. He nuzzled their noses together before leaning his forehead against Jonghyun’s.

“You,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to Jonghyun's lips, “are my guardian angel.”

He pulled back to look into Jonghyun's stunned eyes, caressing his cheek with the knuckles of his hand.

“And I love you.”

Jonghyun blinked a few times, as if he couldn’t quite understand what Minho was saying. Then his eyes welled up and a few tears escaped. Smiling faintly, Minho kissed them away.

“Why are you crying?” he whispered against his cheek.

A watery laugh left Jonghyun and he shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

He grabbed Minho's face to make him look at him again, shrugging meekly.

“Sensory overload?” he offered with a small smile.

Minho kissed him.

“I love you,” he murmured when he broke his lips away to breathe and Jonghyun gasped.

Then Jonghyun laughed and it was bubbly and happy and free. It made Minho's heart light and filled him with fondness so strong he had trouble catching his breath, spreading another wide, goofy grin on his lips.

Jonghyun mirrored it, eyes sparkling with happiness, and his thumbs rubbed Minho's cheeks gently.

“I love you too,” he said, his smile widening. “So much.”

Minho shook his head at him, but followed easily as Jonghyun pulled him into another kiss.

It took them a while to stop exploring each other, exchanging soft kisses, sloppy kisses, heated kisses, fingers mapping every inch of their bodies, the way they had been too hurried to do properly the night before, until they both reached their high and were left staring at each other, eyes dark, cheeks pink, lips red, and breaths shallow.

Minho was so full of feelings by that point he barely knew what to do with himself. He ended up squeezing Jonghyun to him as tightly as he dared and burying his face in his hair, ignoring the mess between their bodies. Jonghyun's laugh came in warm puffs against his neck and his arms wound tight around Minho's waist while they caught their breaths and worked on calming down again.

“We should shower,” Jonghyun hummed when they were breathing normally again. “Do you wanna go first?”

Minho made a noncommittal noise and Jonghyun snorted.

“Okay,” he huffed and began wiggling out of Minho's arms, laughing when Minho tried to make him stay.

He was apparently stronger than he looked, though it took him some time, because Minho put in his best efforts to keep him right were he was. Once free, he stood up, located his underwear and pulled them on.

“I’ll start breakfast,” Jonghyun informed him, looking over his shoulder with a small smile. “Pick whichever towel you want in the cabinet to the left of the sink. There’s soap, shampoo and conditioner in the shower if you want it.”

When Minho didn’t move from his spot Jonghyun rolled his eyes fondly. Then he bent down to give Minho's lips a quick peck, pulling back with a goofy smile.

“What?” Minho asked.

Jonghyun shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said, biting his lip. “It just feels so good seeing you in my bed, all tousled up, and to be able to kiss you whenever I want. I’m still not entirely sure this isn’t a dream.”

A small trickle of icy guilt spread through Minho's chest. He swallowed harshly, sat up and grabbed Jonghyun's hands to pull him closer.

“I… Jonghyun…” he began but couldn’t find the right words.

Jonghyun's smile faded a little and his eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, Minho,” he said and squeezed his hands briefly. “I’m so happy I think I’ll burst, and it’s because of you.”

Minho smiled weakly, looking down at their joined hands.

“It’s also because of me you’ve been hurting,” he said quietly.

Jonghyun sighed and let go of Minho's hands to gently tilt his face up.

“You were in a bad place Minho,” he said. “And I won’t hold it against you. Call me too forgiving or whatever but I don’t really want to spend my time wasting energy on negativity when I have something positive and precious right here in front of me.”

Minho's heart stuttered and he smiled. Jonghyun grinned back, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And it’s not like I won’t get mad at you in the future,” he said. “I’m sure we’ll have fights and we’ll both feel horrible about it but then the make-up will be amazing.”

Minho snorted, his cheeks heating up.

“Good god,” he chuckled. “Please don’t ever say anything like that in front of Taemin or Jinki. We wouldn’t hear the end of it whenever we have an argument.”

Jonghyun laughed and bent down to give him another kiss.

“So, everything’s okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Minho sighed. “If you feel you’re okay.”

“I’m peachy,” Jonghyun grinned. He grabbed Minho's hands again and pulled him up. “Now, please shower. We promised Taemin we’d go visit him today and I don’t think he’d appreciate your current appearance.”

Minho blushed again though he couldn’t help but laugh as he followed Jonghyun out of the bedroom.

“Actually,” Minho said, “he’d probably think it’s hilarious.”

Jonghyun laughed as well and opened the bathroom door, pushing Minho inside.

“Well, I’m not sure the rest of the world would appreciate it,” he retorted and shut the door.

Minho grinned at the closed door, before getting to work on cleaning himself up. He caught himself humming several times, and it only made his grin widen. Why had he ever doubted what he had with Jonghyun?

He cleaned up quickly, limbs jittery in his need to get back to Jonghyun again. He exited the bathroom after less than ten minutes and made his way to the kitchen where Jonghyun was moving about, singing along to the radio under his breath. Minho stopped in the doorway to lean against the doorjamb and watch him as he danced around the kitchen.

“Oh,” Jonghyun said when he noticed his presence and turned around. “I was about to put on­–,” he broke off with a gasp. “What happened?!”

Minho frowned and looked down at himself. His clothes were wrinkled since he hadn’t bothered to fold them properly in their haste yesterday night, but that shouldn’t warrant such a reaction, right?

“What?” he asked.

Jonghyun pointed to his face with a horrified look and it took Minho a moment to remember the bruises left by Kibum.

“Oh…” He laughed sheepishly. “Well, Kibum didn’t take too kindly to me treating you like I had. By all rights, I suppose.”

Jonghyun gaped and Minho raised his eyebrows at him.

“B-b-but yesterday?” he asked.

Minho blushed.

“My mom forced me to wear make-up so I wouldn’t walk around looking like a ‘thug’,” he explained, using air quotes, and rolled his eyes. “She’s afraid the police will put me in jail or that other thugs will pick fights with me.”

Jonghyun blinked at him incredulously for a few moments. Then he shook himself a little and stomped out of the kitchen to the living room, where he picked up his phone and pressed a few buttons before putting it to his ear.

“What is wrong with you?!” he said most likely as soon as the other person, who Minho assumed was Kibum, picked up. “You can’t just go around punching people’s faces!”

There was a pause and Minho could hear the faint sound of Kibum defending himself in the silence.

“It doesn’t matter!” Jonghyun exclaimed. “Violence solves nothing!”

Again, silence fell as Jonghyun listened to what Kibum had to say. Then he breathed in deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fine,” he sighed. “Yeah, see you.”

He hung up and turned to Minho, who raised his eyebrows at him.

“Kibum's still sceptical of your intentions,” he said with a sheepish look and a shrug.

Minho's jaw clenched but he tried not to show how much it hurt knowing the way he had treated Jonghyun.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “I can understand that.”

Jonghyun watched him for a moment, his head tilted. Then he walked up to him, planted a quick kiss to his lips and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s eat breakfast,” he smiled.

And Minho couldn’t help but smile back at him, squeezing his hand gratefully.

~*~

Hello again, Jonghyun.
Thank you for letting me know about Taemin. I have something to confess. I actually went to the hospital yesterday and though I couldn’t bring myself to go in, there was a part of me that longed to see Taemin. Do you think he would want to meet me?

Jonghyun sighed as he looked down at his phone.

He’d exited Taemin's hospital room with the excuse of going to the toilet once he had gotten the message, but had stopped just around the corner to the elevators, wondering what he should do. He hadn’t told either Minho or Taemin about having been in contact with Taemin's mother yet, but he supposed this was as good a time as any to bring it up. He was sure Taemin wouldn’t be mad and if Taemin was fine with it, Minho would probably be fine with it too.

He took another breath and turned to head back to Taemin's room.

Minho and Taemin sat arguing about the morals of a character on the crime show they were currently watching on the hospital’s TV. Jonghyun smiled to himself and went unnoticed as he snuck up behind Minho, who sat with his back toward him. He couldn’t resist running his fingers through Minho's hair and Minho stuttered in his argument to then tilt his head back and look at Jonghyun. Small smiles slowly spread on both their lips and they got stuck staring at each other.

Taemin cleared his throat loudly.

“You guys,” he said, his nose wrinkled. “I know you’re probably in the honeymoon phase right now, but please, I’m gonna barf over here because you’re being so sickeningly sweet.”

Jonghyun blushed and let out a little laugh as he watched colour spread over Minho's face as well before he looked back down at Taemin.

“Sorry,” Minho said sheepishly.

Taemin just rolled his eyes with a snort and Jonghyun sat down in the chair beside Minho’s. The other two turned their attention back towards the TV-show and Jonghyun settled into his chair, smiling to himself again when Minho's hand found his and interlaced their fingers. Jonghyun glanced at Taemin from time to time, wondering when and how he should tell him about his mother. There really was no easy way around it, and he didn’t want to end up hurting Taemin, but he had to try.

Before he could say anything though, there was a knock at the door and they all looked over, their eyes falling upon an uncertain Kibum shuffling his feet in the doorway.

“Kibum,” Jonghyun said, surprised, and stood up. “What are you doing here?”

Kibum grimaced faintly at him as he approached and glanced at Minho and Taemin.

“I thought… I’d come see for myself,” he muttered, only loud enough for Jonghyun to hear.

“Oh, well,” Jonghyun looked over his shoulder at the other two. They raised their eyebrows at him and Minho gave a small nod.

Jonghyun smiled back at him softly and grabbed Kibum's wrist.

“Come on then,” he said and pulled him over. “You’ve met Minho,” Jonghyun gave Kibum a pointed look, which was returned with a wrinkle of his nose. Then he gestured at Taemin. “This is Taemin. Taemin, this is my friend Kibum.”

Taemin eyed Kibum, his eyes narrowed, and Kibum stared back at him silently.

“Huh,” Taemin said at last. “So you’re the guy that punched Minho-Hyung in the face and forced him to wear make-up.”

Kibum's jaw fell open and Jonghyun had to stifle a laugh while Minho gave Taemin a disapproving frown.

“I did not force him to wear make-up!” Kibum exclaimed in astonishment.

Taemin raised his eyebrows.

“Well, indirectly you did by giving him a shiner in the middle of the face,” he said, shaking his head with a sad sigh. “His poor mother didn’t know what to think.”

“What? I– he–,” Kibum spluttered and gaped when Taemin burst out laughing.

When a small chuckle escaped Jonghyun Kibum glanced at him and shuffled his feet a little, looking sheepish. Then he glanced up at Minho and Jonghyun could see him eyeing the bruise he had left before turning his eyes to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled then, not looking at any of them. “I was angry but I shouldn’t have punched you, Minho.”

Jonghyun smiled at Kibum's downturned head before looking at Minho, just catching Taemin elbowing him in the ribs.

“Uh, I…” Minho said uncertainly, glancing at Jonghyun for help. Jonghyun shrugged. “I’m sorry too… for making you angry…”

Kibum nodded and silence fell. Jonghyun and Taemin looked at each other with small smiles.

“Um, yeah, so,” Taemin broke the silence. “Go find a chair or something and sit down, we’re watching this awesome show and you have to help me win an argument against Minho-Hyung. Jonghyun's hopeless since he can’t keep his eyes off Hyung long enough to actually understand what’s going on. To be fair, though, I’m not sure Minho-Hyung's been watching this episode properly either.”

Minho smacked the back of Taemin's head, which earned him a stuck out tongue, and Kibum stared at him for a moment. Then he looked at Jonghyun, expression incredulous. Jonghyun nodded with a smile and Kibum sighed.

“Okay,” he said slowly and exited the room to find a chair.

It didn’t take long for him to come back and Taemin instantly launched into his previous discussion with Minho, only this time Kibum joined in and gave his opinions as they all watched what remained of the episode. Jonghyun watched them, his head tilted and his fingers interlaced with Minho's on his thigh.

It was in the middle of a heated debate, this time over a character’s love interest, that the door to Taemin's room opened again and they all stopped talking to look over. Jinki entered, looking a little tense, which immediately put Jonghyun on high alert and he sat up a little straighter. It couldn’t be–

“Jinki-Hyung!” Taemin greeted happily. “I thought–”

Taemin, Minho and Jonghyun all stopped breathing as Taemin's mother entered behind Jinki and Kibum looked around at all of them in confusion.

Taemin's mother wrung her hands anxiously, her gaze flickering between all of them. When they landed on Jonghyun she seemed to relax a little and took a small breath.

“Hello, Taemin,” she greeted softly.

Taemin made a choked sound and Minho grabbed his hand.

“If you don’t want to see her, I’ll tell her to leave,” Minho muttered under his breath, only loud enough for Taemin, Kibum and Jonghyun to hear.

Without tearing his gaze away from his mother, Taemin swallowed a few times before shaking his head slowly.

“L-let me talk to her,” he whispered, though he looked terrified.

Minho looked like he wanted to protest but Jonghyun put a hand on his arm and pulled him out of his chair.

“Let’s give them some time,” he murmured and turned to Kibum. “Come on.”

Kibum nodded and stood as well. They all followed Jinki out the door and down the hall to a couch in the common area by the nurse’s station.

“Who was that?” Kibum asked as they sat down.

Minho was scowling at the floor and Jinki was muttering something to him too softly to hear, so Jonghyun decided he should answer the question.

“Taemin's mother,” he said. “They’ve had a rough relationship.”

“Right, I think you told me a little about her,” Kibum said. “You and Minho went to see her didn’t you?”

Jonghyun nodded.

“Yeah.” He glanced over at Minho and swallowed. “Minho, I need to tell you something.”

Minho looked up at him, his scowl disappearing, replaced instead by a concerned frown. Jinki sighed, and something told Jonghyun Taemin's mother had told him about the contact she had had with Jonghyun if the pointed look he received was anything to go by.

“What is it?” Minho asked.

“Well…” Jonghyun hesitated, glancing at Kibum who raised his eyebrows at him.

“Kibum,” Jinki said. “I’m kind of starving and I’d rather not queue alone in the cafeteria, would you kindly join me?”

Kibum narrowed his eyes at him and glanced between Jonghyun and Minho, but thankfully didn’t comment on the obvious lie and nodded.

“Why not,” he muttered and stood up, following Jinki to the elevators.

Once they both had disappeared into the elevator, Jonghyun turned to Minho fully and took a deep breath. Minho's frown deepened and he grabbed Jonghyun's hand.

“What?” he asked.

“So, um…” Jonghyun began, staring down at his lap. “I understand if you get angry, but I… sort of, kind of… have been in contact with Taemin's mom.”

Minho grew very still and Jonghyun chanced a glance up at him, meeting his blank stare for a brief moment before looking away again.

“How?” Minho asked.

Jonghyun grimaced at his left knee.

“Remember when we visited her that day to tell her about Taemin and I stayed behind when you stormed out?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I gave her my number then,” Jonghyun admitted. “In case she ever wanted to know what happened to Taemin.”

Silence fell. Minho hadn’t let go of Jonghyun's hand yet, which he took as a sign things weren’t about to get entirely disastrous, but the longer the silence stretched on, the more nervous Jonghyun became.

“Why?” Minho asked finally after what seemed like an eternity.

Jonghyun shrugged.

“She just looked so torn and sad and hurt. I thought there might be a part of her that still thought about Taemin from time to time,” he mumbled. “Guess I was right.”

Minho made a small sound.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he agreed.

Jonghyun looked up at him, but his expression was unreadable, except for the still present frown.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have done it without telling you Minho,” he said. “But it was just kind of an impulse thing, which is how I land myself in trouble most of the time. Like when I decided to give you my hot cocoa, or when I ended up at your door that time you were really sad, or when I went to see Taemin because I needed to let him know he couldn’t slip away – though maybe that wasn’t trouble because Taemin actually woke up – but–”

“Jonghyun,” Minho smiled a little and the hand that wasn’t clutching Jonghyun's came up to rest at his neck. “Stop talking for a moment.”

Jonghyun snapped his mouth closed and nodded. Minho's smile grew a little and he used the hand on Jonghyun's neck to pull him into a kiss. It took him a little by surprise but he wasn’t slow to return the kiss, scooting up closer to Minho. After a moment Minho pulled back to breathe, his forehead resting against Jonghyun's.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For not talking?” Jonghyun asked.

Minho snorted.

“No,” he said. “For being impulsive and landing yourself in trouble. Because if you hadn’t I would be in trouble. Much more trouble.”

“That’s a weird way to tell me you love me,” Jonghyun said, a smile spreading on his lips.

“Shut up,” Minho laughed. “That was definitely romantic.”

Jonghyun grinned.

“As if,” he teased. “A goldfish could come up with a more romantic line than that.”

Minho shook his head, an answering grin on his lips, though it soon dimmed a little.

“Of course you would be the one to wake Taemin up,” he whispered. “You really are my guardian angel.”

Jonghyun bit his lip and looked down.

“I’m really not,” he mumbled. “I caused a lot of damage, too.”

Minho shook his head.

“I might have thought so at first but, the truth is, it probably was a good thing you did all the things you did,” he said softly. “Otherwise I would have gone mad with Taemin's situation.”

Smiling a little, Jonghyun looked up at him again.

“Who says you aren’t crazy?” he said.

Minho shook his head at him, muttered ‘You’re crazy’ with a small smile tugging at his lips and pulled Jonghyun in for another kiss. Jonghyun laughed softly against his lips and moved his legs so he was nearly sitting in Minho's lap. Minho's hands fell to his thighs and let his palms slide over them slowly but steadily and Jonghyun gently pecked his lips before deepening the kiss again.

“Eugh, could you please not have here?” came Kibum's voice. They broke apart and turned to a grimacing Kibum and a pink-faced Jinki. “Good God, I need to go get my eyes bleached.”

Jinki burst out laughing as Kibum turned and walked away, muttering under his breath.

“Sorry,” Jonghyun apologised sheepishly and slid off Minho's lap. “Got a bit carried away.”

“I can see that,” Jinki answered, amused glint to his eyes.

The door to Taemin's room opened then, and his mother stepped out. Jonghyun couldn’t see clearly from where he was, but it looked like her eyes were red from crying. Worry coiling in his stomach, he stood and approached her hesitantly, Minho and Jinki not far behind.

“Oh, Jonghyun,” she said when she noticed him. Her voice was a little wobbly but she gave him a small smile and then pulled him into a tight hug.

Jonghyun raised his arms uncertainly and hugged her back.

“Thank you,” she whispered and pulled back.

He smiled at her. She gave Minho and Jinki a nod and turned, making her way to the elevators. They watched her as she waited for the elevator and stepped inside it before sharing a glance and entering Taemin's room, nervous energy humming between them.

“Hey,” Taemin greeted as they entered. His eyes were red from crying as well and he sniffled a little. “So, my mom was here.”

A watery laugh left him and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Minho and Jinki were by his side in a second, but Jonghyun hung back a little.

“Is everything okay?” Jinki said. “What did she say?”

Taemin swallowed.

“She apologised for how things had been and said she was glad I had been taken in by Minho-Hyung’s parents,” he said. “And she asked if I wanted to meet sometime for coffee when I was feeling better.”

“And?” Minho asked.

Taemin smiled faintly.

“I told her I wasn’t sure if or when I would be ready to sit and talk with her properly.” He took a shaky breath. “But she left her number if I ever wanted to meet.”

Jonghyun swallowed. He didn’t want Taemin to feel he was forced to meet his mother just because she had apologised. Taemin should be able to decide what made him happy without feeling guilty.

“Taemin,” he spoke up and took a step closer. Taemin looked at him. “There is no pressure, I hope you know that. Just because she came her to apologise doesn’t mean you have an obligation to her. She made her choices, good or bad, and you have to make yours by whatever feels right to you. And you definitely shouldn’t feel guilty if you don’t want to meet her.”

Taemin's smile widened and he opened his arms. When Jonghyun simply stared at him, hesitant, he rolled his eyes.

“Come here, I wanna give you a hug!” he said.

Jonghyun smiled faintly and took the few steps left to Taemin's bed to bend down, careful of the wires and IVs connected to Taemin's body. Of course, Taemin didn’t care and pulled him down into a bone-crushing hug. Jonghyun worried a moment for his broken ribs.

“Man, I’ve known you for about two days and already you’re my favourite person in the entire world,” Taemin laughed.

“Hey!” Minho and Jinki said at the same time.

Taemin ignored them and let go of Jonghyun and they both grinned at each other. Jinki sighed at them.

“And I came all the way here to see you, Taemin,” he muttered, though he smiled as well. “Why am I not even greeted?”

Taemin rolled his eyes.

“I’ve seen your ugly face my entire life, Hyung,” he said and Jinki grimaced at him. “Besides, when you were here yesterday the only thing you did was flirt and go frolicking with the pretty nurse.”

Colour rose to Jinki's face and he bit his lip through a small smile.

“She is pretty,” he agreed.

“Oh my god, you’re just as disgusting as them!” Taemin exclaimed and waved his hand at Minho and Jonghyun.

“Who’s disgusting?” came Kibum's voice from the door as he returned.

Jinki raised a hand as he approached.

“Me, apparently,” he said with a small grin and then pointed to Jonghyun and Minho. “And them.”

Wrinkling his nose, Kibum appraised all of them before giving a derisive nod.

“I’d have to agree,” he said and sat down in a chair.

Taemin laughed and he and Kibum soon launched into an argument with Jinki about public displays of affection. Jonghyun sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead.

Fingers linked with his and he looked up at Minho, who gave a soft smile and nodded towards the door. Jonghyun cast a glance at the three arguing before nodding, and they managed to sneak out of the room without anyone noticing. They laughed under their breaths all the way to the elevator and down to Minho’s car.

“I don’t ever want to be in the same room as those three again,” Minho chuckled once they were out on the road. “My head might just explode.”

Jonghyun shook his head with a small laugh.

“Well, at least they get along,” he said.

Minho glanced at him and his smile softened.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

Jonghyun smiled to himself as Minho returned his attention to the road and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers.

“So, do you want to come to my place and have some hot cocoa?” he asked.

A laugh bubbled out of Minho and he shook his head in amusement.

“I would love to.”

~The End~

A/N: Soo, this is it. It's over :/ I'm sorry for springing the end on you like this but I forgot to mention that this would be the last chapter in the previous update. And also especially since I've been absolutely craptastic at updates lately... but life and school and all that you know?

Anyway, I'm going to miss this story. I liked writing it and I can only hope you liked reading it. I do have another jongho story coming up, which I'm quite excited to write, but there are two stories I want to write before it so it might take a while. I already started one of them, and I don't really plan for them to be long, but they always end up several more chapters than I intended anyway so we'll have to see.

I want to thank all of you who stuck with this story even if I've been crap at updates! It's been a pleasure having all of you as readers and the comments have been wonderful! It seriously helps when I feel stuck to go back and look through them. It just fills me with motivation to write more :)

So, to those of you who won't be reading my other stories, thank you for reading Breathe Me. And those of you who are intrigued enough to look into my new stories (or old ones, doesn't really matter) thank you for giving them a shot! ^_^

Love to all of you <3

Bye!

Killibinbin