Taemin slowly slid his arms around Minho. “Are you okay?” With that. With this. The words were unspoken, yet were clearly there in the way his nails edged around the hem of Minho's shirt.
i loooooove this ;-; this is just.... perfect-- i can't even describe in words how much i like this~ it's hot and anazibg and perfect and... lovely ;w; <3<3
Chapter 1: Holy mother of god, that was flippin' hot.
Just... Utterly perfect. Taemin was just....so arghhahshskon *melts* >.<
wow. Well done, like, seriously.
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