Golden hours (when time stops)
Description
The truth was, Minho was afraid of falling in every form possible. Afraid of falling down. Afraid of falling behind in college. Afraid of falling out and therefore falling into pieces. But the kind of falling he was afraid the most at the moment was falling for the boy right in front of him.
Or a story where time passes, but some things don't.
Foreword
Hi everyone;
I can't believe I'm actually saying it, but I'm working on a fic that I've promised to finish. It's been years since I've actually wrote something (literally), so would really appreciate any feedback, so please remember to share your thoughts in comments~
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