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Jonghyun was never the one to show his feelings. He wanted to be seen as a strong guy better than the emotional type. Explaining feelings with his fists seemed to be more attractive for him. But inside, he was still the sensitive person, who felt the huge urge to take care of a patient met at the hospital.
Jonghyun was a straightforward, honest boy. He used to believe that his life was boring and single-coloured, until he met his secretive desk-friend with fair, blond hair.
Minho is a pirate captain without a ship until he meets Taemin and gets drafted onto one.
The subjects are slowly but steadily questioning their king's sanity. The everlasting spectre of war, famine and havoc don't seem to bother the king as he continues to drown his sorrow and woeness in wine. Soon it stops to amuse the young ruler and the people's days get longer and nights sleepless.
Taemin gets his tongue pierced.
Minho considers himself a lucky guy. Yet, there is one boy that succeeds in leaving him speechless, even if he's the one who doesn't speak a word.
Taemin knew that it was a day when he would finally prove everyone that he was responsible enough to take things into his hands.
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?
With every next red or yellow leaf I find on the ground I steal a peck from your sweet lips and tell you I love you like no one before. You blush almost as much as the reddish leaves in your gloves-covered hands and you try to shoot a glare at me but only end up with that angelic smile of yours.
I decided to create a collection dedicated to shorter stories that I don't want to publish as separate stories. They will be rather short: drabbles, one-shots, maybe occasional two-shots. I will upload them when I don't feel like continuing my other stories or fight with a writer's block (or myself). I hope you enjoy it!
Jonghyun had never actually changed – his hands were still the warmest hands he had ever touched (even if there were not that many he actually had), fingers short and grip tight, like a real man he was. It was beyond him how much they were different, yet fitting like puzzles, his long, slender fingers perfectly intertwining with those thick of Jonghyun. He could praise that hold to all the gods of the earth, to everyone who might have list