Donde Han Jisung es un bailarín en un club privado y Lee Minho es un simple chico al que le acaban de romper el corazón, ambos totalmente diferentes a cómo se conocieron en el pasado. ✦Minsung ✦+18 ✦Mención de otras shipps ✦Actualizaciones rápidas ✦Leve mención de otros idols Inicio: 14/07/20 Final: 02/09/20

❝¿Por qué un demonio usaría un teléfono?❞ ❥ fantasía au ❥ esto es algo, pero no sé muy bien qué ❥ no acepto adaptaciones de esta historia :( disculpen AVISO, GENTE este fic sucede en un mundo fantasioso completamente creado por mí, así que entenderlo puede ser denso en cierto punto. la trama no es sencilla <3

It was a tradition of the Lee dynasty that every year a party with a specific theme would be held where all those who wanted to attend would be invited. There were no reigns, no titles, no labels involved. An equal dance for everyone in just one night in the year. And so it was, as under the theme "colors" and in the middle of the royal garden, two pairs of eyes met. Gold and black. Two colors dancing in the company of the moon, enjoying the anonymity that only that night offered them. They came dangerously close and gave their feelings to their good friend, the moon. But at the next day, when she would no longer watch their backs and it would be their turn to forget each other, Jisung would go back to live under a crown and Minho hidden in the shadows. No heart could stand in the way or they would end up hurt by the sharpest sword of all. The ''they lived happily ever after'' only belong to fairy tales. "Let's start a revolution. The sunflower revolution." --------------------------------------------------------- [✓] All rights reserved to SrtaBonsai, the author of this story. This is only a translation of her story. [✓] You don't have to be a fan of the group to understand this story. [✓] It's fiction, not all concepts or references are real, some are made up, don't take it literally. [✓] Homosexual content.