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Nonsense and beauty have close relationships with each other

TITLE: Nonsense and beauty have close relationships with each other.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Oneshot. (Triple Drabble). Fluff.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Minho Choi, Lee Jinka MinEw {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Addiction, Kidnapping , Force , Rose Red.
SUMMARY: Minho was literally conquered by the soul of Jinka. It still does not explain how.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 1200, (300 for each mini-chapter) with the word count.

Nonsense and beauty have close relationships with each other

(Addiction)
now it had become clear as the sun could no longer do without him. She had created a kind of addiction which he could not free himself. He was ready to bet that was stronger than any drug in circulation on the market and even those drugs have not yet discovered. Lee had
Jinka won: it was not easy at all, that was clear, but he had done.
made him dependent on him. Choi Minho was left to subdue the boy. He, who had never lost in his life. He, who did not admit defeat, was left trapped as a virgin in front of his first crush.
He had no idea how the other was successful, but had made it. He had made it completely his own, willing to do anything to make him happy.
Minho Jinka knew that he felt the same things for him, but it was difficult to accept such a thing. It was hard to think that was right anyway. He was in love
in a way that had never happened before. He was in love with Jinka completely losing his head.
Jinka, which could make him smile even when the world seemed completely black. Jinka, who with his carelessness could make her laugh at any time and any place. And yet, Jinka, which with its sweetness had captured his heart.
She loved him, and he could safely say this and determined, serious as it had ever been before. She loved him because whatever happened he would be there to reassure him that everything was fine, because this was Lee Jinka. A guy to fall in love at first sight.
Minho had often wondered what he had done more to mislead the in emotion so warm and intoxicating, and eventually was able to answer myself: nothing. Nothing at all.

(Kidnapping)
Jinka, simply, had captured her heart.
had they torn almost from his chest and then decide to look after it. Why Jinka was like that, I sucked in a kaleidoscope of colors until, almost naively, do not you realize Essert madly in love with him. And this had
Minho.
could still remember the first time they met. Jinka was running like crazy to get there in time to the lesson and had collapsed on him.
He briefly apologized, bowing before him, and then disappeared into a classroom without realizing he had forgotten to land a book.
Minho had collected, had sought the data of the boy who had just passed away are: Lee Jinka, the fifth class.
was so going to bring back the book and Jinka was enacted in a thousand and one apologies for the inconvenience by offering him a drink. Obviously, Minho had accepted.
One thing led to another and found themselves to be seen every day.
Minho longed for this moment all morning, as if expecting more than that to be able to smile.
Someone had even said it looked like another person and, perhaps, was indeed the case, but he did not care.
The only thing that mattered at that moment, Lee was Jinka.
And they talked, laughed and smiled together until Minho was not made fully aware of being in love.
It was like a bolt from the blue: he had never thought it possible he could fall in love in a way so ridiculous and naive: the other had not courted. He had limited himself to be, and perhaps this was what he liked best about him.
All the girls, and the few boys who had tried with him were always went straight to the point of declaring themselves so shamelessly flashy and showy.

(Strength)
Jinka had not done.
His strength was in her gaze, naive and innocent at the right point. In her smile, so perfect that dazzled even when the sunlight does not leave you a moment's respite.
With his attitude he had won the friendship of Minho before and after his love, even without working for a while. He
, Minho, he found himself to be standing in front of him, trying to scrape together his strength in order to declare.
When he had done was not the least safe Jinka that could reciprocate in some way. Jinka often lived in his own world where no one could enter, so sometimes it was difficult to understand. In addition he
, Minho, was not a big talker, preferring to observe the words, listen to them, rather than flood of words that, for them, could also be without meaning.
That was not easy to find the courage to confess to someone like him.
Jinka Sometimes he wondered if he did it on purpose, or if you really do not realize how people looked at him, almost feverishly.
Minho had its admirers: it was a promise of that school of football, already have some professional teams he had been contacted to make sure. In short, it was popular.
Jinka, on the other hand, was someone who at first glance might even go unnoticed, did nothing more than to be able to win the sympathy of other boys. Yet he, too, had his host of fans and was broad-based.
Jinka, however, did not care and Minho was afraid he could be scored in that archive of people.
those who worship him in silence, because they understood that Jinka could never reciprocate saw that barely was aware of their feelings. Minho
But it was not a loser: he would have won.

(Rosa red)
He won his heart as Jinka had stolen her: suddenly, like a hurricane comes and messes everything in its path.
He presented himself, in fact, from him, had brought a bouquet of red roses that way Jinka believing that he could better understand what was going to do.
course, was wrong.
Jinka had looked at the roses hidden behind the back of his friend Minho and had then commented: "I love flowers, you know? I'm sure the girl that they're taking will be very happy to receive a deck of its kind. E ' wonderful ". There
Minho Jinka realized that he had understood nothing of his feelings, certainly, but that bunch of red roses was a great idea.
had they not given in her hands, smiling. Telling him what he was mad at him, as he could do fall in love with him and he had listened to Jinka.
His mouth was slightly open and his eyes filled with wonder. At the end
Minho had his confirmation: Jinka also felt the same things for him. Even his sentiments stood tall as the flames of a fire that you can not stop, ever.
He loved him, too.
From that day their lives were very changed: Minho did not expect more that meeting because once out of the classroom could be seen when and how he wanted to Jinka. And
Jinka simply began to notice of his fans, and had given everyone a nice two of spades. It's never
were interested, not interested and never would be interested. He did not care to please anyone, he did not care that others find him funny or not.
He cared only for one person.

They loved each other, the love of rare and immortal.