Minchan: Fighting The Storms With You

Final Chapter

2 years later

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Chan stood backstage, his heart pounding in his chest, not from fear, but from anticipation. Tonight was special.

As the lights dimmed, the audience hushed in excitement. A single spotlight illuminated the stage, casting a soft glow on Chan as he stepped into view, guitar in hand. The crowd erupted in cheers, their admiration for him palpable. Chan smiled, his eyes shining with a mix of nerves and joy.

He strummed the guitar, the first notes filling the air, calming his racing heart. But then, another spotlight flickered on, capturing everyone's attention. On the opposite side of the stage, a figure emerged—slim, graceful, and ethereal. The crowd gasped in awe.

Minho moved like water, his body flowing seamlessly with the melody Chan played. His beauty was breathtaking, his presence commanding the stage in a way that left everyone entranced. His every step, every twirl, was a perfect match to the music, as if he and Chan were one.

The audience was mesmerized, their eyes following Minho's every movement. He danced with such grace, such passion, that it felt like the world had stopped, leaving only the music and their shared moment.

As the final notes of the song hung in the air, Minho came to a halt, his breath steady, but his heart pounding. Chan set his guitar down and crossed the stage toward him, his steps filled with purpose. The audience watched in breathless silence, sensing that something monumental was about to happen.

Chan reached Minho, his eyes filled with emotion. He took a deep breath, then, without a word, he dropped to one knee. In his hand, a ring sparkled under the stage lights. The crowd gasped, a wave of excitement sweeping through them.

Minho's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes, but this time, they were tears of happiness. He nodded, unable to speak, his heart overflowing with love.

Chan stood, slipping the ring onto Minho's finger, before pulling him into a tight embrace. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause thunderous as the two held each other close. When they finally pulled apart, Chan cupped Minho's face in his hands and kissed him, their tears mingling in a moment of pure, unfiltered joy.

The kiss ended, but the smiles on their faces remained, radiant and full of love. Chan turned to the crowd, still holding Minho's hand, lifting it high into the air as if declaring him the victor of some grand contest.

"Everyone," Chan's voice rang out, strong and clear, "this is my Minho."

The crowd went wild, their cheers echoing through the venue, a celebration of love, of triumph, of everything Chan and Minho had fought for. It was a moment that would be etched into their memories forever—a moment that spoke of hope, healing, and a love that had conquered all.

As they stood there, hand in hand, beneath the bright lights of the stage, there wasn't a single person in the audience who wasn't smiling. It was a moment of pure happiness, a perfect ending to their story, and the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with endless possibilities.

And as the lights dimmed, the last image the crowd saw was the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms, ready to face whatever the future had in store—together.

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It has been a long journey guys!

Thank you for keep pushing me to finally finish the story!

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