Summary: Dying isn’t painful for Minho, but seeing Taemin crying for him hurts so much. Rating: PG13 Pairing: 2MIN Genre: Bittersweet Romance

I thought his words would trigger my anger and hatred for him, but I didn’t. Instead, I curled my lips in ecstasy as I plunged the blade into his abdomen.

    It was just a dream. Choi Minho was just a dream. I thought he was true—the way he held me in his arms, the way he kissed my lips… His scent continued to linger on my skin.

We would rather be best friends for the rest of our lives, Rather than picking up the courage to be each other’s lover for once.

  And he cradled me in his arms, giving me the warmth that Jinki had once given me. All I could feel was his heart beating against his chest, as if they were beating for me. But I could not feel mine. I have given it away to someone and he isn’t giving it back to me.

  He had no pulse, no warmth, no heartbeat. Minho was just like an empty shell after Taemin fed on everything he had. 

  He leaned even closer to me, whispering in my ear once again. “I love you.” I stared at him in confusion, as I realize he was answering the 14th question on my wish-list. “I’ve told the world that I love

He said, “Rest assure, he will treat me well.”   He defended him with all his heart. All lies, who was he kidding?