FROZEN [Minchan]

FROZEN [Minchan]

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"A heart of stone, frozen and cold." He hates the prince. The prince who's been cursed for hundreds of years, the Ice Prince who never left his palace. Stuck within the walls of the castle cursed and chained to a broken throne. He had no power of his people, no authority he could order. After the enchantress' spell, he's locked in the palace. A life of dread and lonesome. Cursed until a warm heart could break through his heart of stone. A warm heart who could melt the frozen and cold. --------------------------------------------------------- Another fantasy~
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Genre: College AU | Angst | Slow Burn | Hidden Emotions | Healing Love "You shouldn't look at him like that," Seungmin murmured, eyes flicking toward the corner of the cafeteria. Minho followed his gaze - Chan, surrounded by Han and Changbin, barely acknowledging anyone who tried to speak to him. He looked like perfection carved out of frost - distant, sharp, and beautiful. "I'm not looking," Minho lied, his voice too soft to sound convincing. "He doesn't talk to people," Felix whispered, almost sympathetically. "He's... cold. Everyone knows that." Minho smiled faintly, eyes still on Chan. "Even ice melts when the sun stays long enough." But Chan's eyes suddenly lifted - meeting Minho's across the room. And in that single second, something inside Minho stuttered. Cold. Empty. And heartbreakingly beautiful.

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