Myunghyuk cerita

A cute date in a snow-covered Hogsmeade sounds like the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day, except when you can't tell if your crush even likes you for real or your boyfriend ditches you at the very last moment. Featuring sulky Dongmin, careless but ready to make up for it Bin (with a bit of help by Jinwoo, Sanha and an old, magical map), panicking Minhyuk, daring Myungjun, their blossoming love and a way too pink café.

"I have no doubts you will tear the whole house down, and if not, then people are completely tasteless because there is no way someone would not fall in love with you" "Do you really think so?" "I am sure of it. You have been shining for so long, you can only get even brighter"

"You don't need to buy me anything" Myungjun looks at him, brows slightly furrowed. "It's Christmas, we are supposed to-" "You yourself are a gift"

Myungjun thinks he has to be crazy, to twirl and spin in the middle of a deserted street, and yet, as a pale rainbow shows up behind the clouds, umbrella temporarily forgotten on the sidewalk, he finds that there is nothing more magical than sharing that madness with Minhyuk.

When Myungjun does show up on his birthday, Minhyuk starts to believe that, maybe, sending prayers to the universe while blowing candles on a cake is not such an ungrounded tradition.

Minhyuk is late to Myungjun's birthday. Or maybe he is just saving the best for last.

When war breaks out at Hogwarts, everyone has to make a choice. Or: Minhyuk and Sanha try to find their way inside a vanishing closet; Myungjun, Dongmin and Bin muster up their courage and fight; Jinwoo waits and hopes.

"I hope I made you proud", he pouts. He knows the answer already, because Myungjun's eyes and words don't lie, and maybe he is just acting cutely on purpose, but he wants to hear it. Myungjun giggles, amused by his antics, and kisses his frown away- be damned whoever see them. "The proudest I could ever be"

It started with Sanha and his unhealthy obsession for coffee and trends. Myungjun's weird pick-up lines were definitely not in their plans. (to be honest, Minhyuk didn't even like coffee that much)

Minhyuk's allergy made his life impossible, every little touch leaving painful scars on his body. Thankfully, Myungjun did not give up on him.

‌-It's not even Halloween yet and I'm already dressed as your future boyfriend-

It all starts with hair pins, Minhyuk finds them cute. Myungjun finds him pretty.

"You know you are mine, don't you?", Myungjun whispered, and he knew it was insane, but he needed to hear that, just once. Minhyuk whined at the loss of contact, searching for his lips again. "Only yours", he stuttered, breathless. "Always"

"I know it's still hard for you, I'm sorry", Myungjun murmurs as slower notes fill the air, laughter quieting down. "I just- I needed this" "It's fine, hyung" It isn't. It hasn't been since that day. He should be grateful of what life still has granted him, but losing his greatest passion, his biggest happiness, has teared him apart and it's not going to stop any time soon, he just knows it. He has sworn to never step on a dance floor again, the mere thought making him throw up, cruel reality washing over him whenever he stops and takes a deep breath. Yet there he is, for Myungjun only, because disappointing him hurts just as much. Minhyuk doesn't want that.

Minhyuk used to hate summer so much, until Myungjun had come along and turned his whole life upside down.

Myungjun loved his soulmate mark. The mere thought of someone out there, being right for him and him only, made his heart race. Minhyuk kept his hidden from everyone.

Myungjun was a healer - the fact he couldn't save Minhyuk made him sick to his stomach.

Myungjun finishing his military service is quite the event of the week, if not of the entire year.

"Give me your hand", he smiles. "I am sorry it is not a fancy one but-" "I like it", Minhyuk says softly, kissing his cheek. "A lot. Thanks, hyung" "I'm glad. It's a promise ring" "Oh? But why -what are you promising?"

Minhyuk's reddened cheeks remind Myungjun of Autumn's prettiest colours and he can't stop himself from leaning over and kiss him, forgetting about the fever they are going to catch if they stay like that for too long, about the warmth waiting for them inside. Losing his breath again -this time with the sweetest intentions- seems more important than anything else.