cherryblossom_works
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ice and fire. light and shadow. soft and rough. quiet and outspoken. minho and felix were like two halves of the same whole, so different, yet so similar at the same time.
felix was like the ocean's bright cerulean tide, gently lapping at the sandy brown shore in the daylight.
but at nighttime, when minho came out, with his brilliant, milky-shining moon, felix was pulled in. by the softness and the gentle tugs. irrevocably and wholly, he was dragged towards the older male.
so much so, that there was nothing he could do about it - no fight that he was strong enough to uphold - to resist the urges that minho evoked in him. and just like that, they played their ethereal little dance every single time dreamland dawned on the horizon and the calming purple hues of twilight shined through the swarthy curtains of their rooms.
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or, just a compilation of minlix drabbles/scenarios/oneshots that have been plaguing my mind for months now.