hi everyone ^-^ so these are stories based on seasons. I want to apologise for the depressive parts but there will be cute romantic parts do not fear ^-^

Jonghyun is obsessive over Taemin's body :-)

You were beautiful. You were kind. You were my everything. And now ... you are a memory fading away

My heart skips a beat at the sight of the sleeping Ki Bum in the bed parallel to mine. He looks ethereal in the morning light. I reconsider the dark curtains just because he looks beautiful with the sunlight illuminating his face. I glance at the clock, trying to distract myself and slow down my heartbeat, seeing it is only 6:13 am. Too bright to go back to sleep, too early to get out of bed. I roll over all the way to get a better view of Key, it can't hurt to look at him just for a bit. Blond hair messy and falling softly on his forehead, bow-shaped lips slightly parted, blankets half covering his legs, half on the floor, his torso bare. My heart beat escalated, much too fast to be normal. But what is normal for me? This feeling had been there since the trainee days, not as intense, but always present.

It's strange how much time has passed and still, my heart keeps on replaying that day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey there, so this was supposed to be a one-shot but since it went too long I had to divide them into two chapters. I'm not really proud of how it turned out but if you're really jobless and have nothing better to do then you can have fun with this cringiest, boring, 2min fluff angst.

"I really can't pretend being straight when I'm hella gay"

Triggerwarnung! Gibt es eine Möglichkeit mit dem Tod umzugehen? Mit der unendlichen Traurigkeit die dein Herz, in so einer schweren Zeit, umhüllt? Oder ist man dazu verdammt in ewigen Schmerzen zu verweilen? In seinen eigenen Tränen zu ertrinken? "Wenn ich mich zuerst ausgedrückt hätte, würden die Mensch dann nicht anders über mich denken?" Die letzten Worte die weinend niedergeschrieben wurden. Eine Geschichte zur Überwältigung meiner Trauer. Vielleicht auch zu deiner. Dies ist eine fiktionale Geschichte, alles was hier dargestellt wird, entspricht nicht der Wahrheit (Bis auf wenige Ausnahmen). Es ist zu beachten, dass der Abschiedsbrief im Prolog Jonghyun's echter Abschiedsbrief ist. Ich habe nur kleine Änderungen vorgenommen, nicht das es zur Verwirrung führt. Die Personen muss man nicht kennen um die Geschichte verstehen zu können! Kopieren, Abschreiben, Übersetzen, etc. ist nur mit meiner ausdrücklichen Einverständnis erlaubt.

Kim Jonghyun's quotes

sub·dued ˌsəbˈd(y)o͞od/ adjective 1. (of a person or their manner) quiet and rather reflective or depressed.

Life was lonesome and exhausting. Something was missing in Kibum's world. (TRIGGER WARNING)