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The piano teacher Mr Lee and the dance tutor Mr Choi are having a passionate, sticky and hot love affair. Everyone is aware of that, well, exept from Mr Lee of course. The new term has begun at Sir Rightfords summer school. New students are dropping in like a pair of unruly teenagers, just like every other year, the only difference is that now Kim Jong-Hyun is attending. He's cocky, unruly and always speaks his mind, on top of it he's terribly full of himself, or at
Lee Jinki is a struggling artist, father and widow, confined to the never-ending throes of his daily routine - pay the bills, perfect his work, and, most importantly, care for his son. Sickened by the repetitive nature of his life, a chance encounter with a young musician boasting hair the colour of cherry blossoms threatens the very structure of Jinki's mentality, forcing him to question not only his future, but the past that has continued to haunt him.
Where am I? Why is everybody in here wearing a hanbok? ... and why the hell is everyone staring at me?
'I don't know him and I don't want to. I hate him eventhough i didnt see him yet.' At least thats what he wanted to say and whats came out from those plump lips is "thank you".
like a
As he was moving forward, darkness was all that surrounded him. Darkness consumed him in a way, but could it consume him when he was the darkness himself?
Lee Taemin on a rainy night walked on the empty street of their campus until something made his tracks stop
In which they work at santa's workshop
A typical arranged married between the youngest CEO ever, Lee Taemin and a very handsome novelist, Choi M
"Key" Minho called to his friend.
a sweet lil 2min drabble // college AU
Melo-Drama
“Well now that can’t be, can it?” Minho slurred out, mostly out of misery rather than drunkenness. “You heard him say he loves the puppy. Taemin here just can’t love a Minho.”
Minho is the Principal of a kindergarten and Taemin is the teacher. That's it. >< kekeke
Chapter fic. Not complete. 2min, Jongkey, later Onkey High schools usually have different groups-- usually they hate each other. This is the case to an extreme with two powerful cliques lead by two of the school's most fawned over boys. As popular as both are, the leaders, and the groups themselves seem to be in constant tension with one another, and what would happen if that tension was to snap and turn a normal high school hallway into a warzone.
Minho is just addicted to those nights
In which Minho gives Taemin his necklace.
Hello n___n Hi guys, sorry if this isn't a story But I wanted to make some 2min AU pics I have always loved the one people make and I wanted to give it a try.
In which Minho sneaks into Taemin's apartment five times.
Minho would always, always look to his real life sunshine that he got the privilege to love and have for his own.
Minho always did his homework out in the field, but the one time he sat in the wrong place turned into the day he met the best thing of his entire life.
in which Taemin doesn't like boys who like to fight.
In which it's snowing and they run out of coffee.
Taemin thinks that he and Minho are a boring, plain, conventional couple.
2min and clothes.
Taemin has noticed Minho has been stressed and in need of something to make him smile... So he ATTEMPTS a surprise...
You start off as The Fool. You are literally a pure, innocent and unaware of yourself as a separate person. You have no number. Out of this unformed innocence emerges an identity. but in the end is he still the fool? or just someone who plays one?
Minho will always love his Minnie.
2min LDR and like that
A last minute shopping day as godparents turned out into an argument and then---
“If music is the soundtrack to our lives and every moment and every person has its own melody, I never want yours to stop playing.” ~ ~ ~ A cold winter night, Choi Minho fell in love with a pianist.
2min. Holiday. Plane.
Goldigger!minho and the song Can't fight this feeling.