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There are times when people can’t explain their feelings. There are times words just can’t put what you are feeling into perspective, can’t convey what you want to say. Wonshik didn’t know when he had started to understand, started to know this, but maybe - just maybe – it was along the way of falling for Jung Taekwoon. This is the tale of a completely normal romance, a romance where the lack of words on one side doesn't define just how strong someone feels, or doesn't.
- Sequel to 'I Just Want To Look At You' - It has been a year since Minho had first noted Taemin on a sunny day just like this one. Being able to look at the other boy, to watch him, was everything Minho could have ever asked for. It made him complete, and whole.
- Second Sequel to 'I Just Want To Look At You' / 'There Is Nothing Wrong With It' - The one thing that made saying it, those three words, so difficult, so unrealistically hard to do was just one simple thing. It was Taemin he wanted to say it to.
It was one of those sunny days in the middle of the summer when Minho saw the long haired boy for the first time. And from the moment his eyes set on him, nothing in Minho's world would be able to wash his beauty away.
When he feels warm hands on his shoulders that turn him back around to face the maknae, he is so close to snap.
Minho's drama filming schedule is too much for Taemin and his feelings to handle, whereas Taemin's secret might not actually be as much of a secret as he thought.
The silence that now lied between us was surreal. Normally, the times we spent together were always overflowing with chatter, and laughter. There wasn’t a time that I remembered without his rich voice speaking to me, and the fact alone that right now was such a time could have told me that things weren’t the way I wanted them to be.
Single stories are like snowflakes that come dancing down from the sky. None is quite alike, but they all fall under one term, connecting them in similarity. But what is found in stories is very individual, something everyone defines for him or herself.
Jinki wants to buy bread on his way home from work and stops at his favourite french bakery.
During moments like these Kibum's thoughts liked to wander off to rooftops far up and sidewalks far down, and the difference of height between them.
Or Rain (or Why Isn't He Even Getting Sick) Why, out of all things, it’s always the rain that managed to pull him out of his bed and into the wet and dark streets of the city, he doesn’t know.
A surprise is always welcomed, right?