❝Before the moon drowns beneath the majestic clouds and the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, the Beast must learn to love and be loved in return. However, if dawn breaks in your world by the time nightfall has descended, then he shall remain...
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❝ He takes your hands, I die a little. I watch your eyes and I'm in riddles. Why can't you at me like that? When you walk by, I try to say it. But then I freeze, and never do it. My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped (trapped) ❞ — Zayn Malik & Liam Payne, I wish, One Direction
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C H A P T E R E I G H T
IT HAPPENED ALL too fast. Hands under his thighs, his own around the wolf boy's neck, him pressed against the white wall.
His legs wrapped around the male's waist, intense eye contact, lips almost touching.
He thought he might've burned from embarrassment but the heat flowing in his face immediately escaped the moment he was gone within a flash.
Changmin's sitting on a forest green swing, long legs in comfortable black pants stretch as he moves back, feet prompt on the ground.
He pushes himself forward. His feet leave the ground, swaying forward with the cool breeze.
Wide eyes, shivering a little from the breeze of the wind which is weird because he's wearing his favorite red hoodie.
Breathe. Everything is going to be okay, no worries. Just more questions for Min Yoongi's amusement, totally fantastic.
Changmin fishes out his phone from the pocket of his pants, dialing his older friend's number, waiting for the call to get through. "Hey! If you want to prank call, go prank call someone else, you sick dimwit loser!"
This was such a Chanhee thing and he misses him more than he imagined. Juyeon grabs the phone from Chanhee, mouthing, do you always have to be rude, hoping it could be our best friend?
"You're too nice and too good for the world." Chanhee scowled, arms folding across his chest, mocking his boyfriend. Juyeon can't help but smile, pulling him by the arm, taking his hands, lovingly staring into his dark eyes making the pecan colored hair boy blush.
"Come here. We all know I'm not a good boy and you mainly know." Juyeon murmurs, arms coming around moody Chanhee when he settles himself on his boyfriend's lap, nestling against him.
Now he's warm, safe, content, smiling into his neck, mumbling something along the lines of you can see who's calling.
Juyeon understands where he's coming from.
He too misses the dancer.
"Hey, sorry about that. My boyfriend is a little harsh sometimes."
