Just Minho and Jinwoo going for a ride.

He always love him better like that.

One day he will show them, show them the truth, prove how wrong they were. 

Based on this. Eyes, nose, lips, every bit of him is perfect. And he is in love with every part of him. 

Oculto en la noche que vuela, espera. Observa los pasos dados, aquellos que sabe de memoria pero que nunca se cansa de ver, reflejados en el lejano eco de un espejo.  English version: hidden in the dark night, he waits. Contemplating all the steps already done, all those that he has already memorized but that he isn't tired to see, reflected on the echoes of a mirror.

Seungyoon is Jinwoo's assistant at Bandaland and, in there, everybody knows he is in love (everybody but the one he adores). Would it be weird to let kids help his helpless heart to win Jinwoo's affection?

Even on his sleep, tangled between layers of sheets, curl up and messy hair after tossing around for a bit, he is still beautiful. Even more so, because he can take the view fully without being exposed. Carefully he draws his face on tiny air, traces his love on his flesh.

It's about time to ask the question. 

  Sunday morning waking up on his own bed, Saturday all on his own: alone. He is gone, he is all right, driving at night, listening to the radio, listening to their song – not their song, it’s just his voice filling the room. Fog covers his eyes, all the memories shaking him. Just like that, hearing this song, everything he h

It is a slow morning and Jinwoo doesn't have to rush - and Minho doesn't want him to go. 

There is only one effective way to shut him up. 

Love feels like Novermber in April. Rare, splendit, radiant, like being completed.