Fics like All Your Gorgeous Colours

And there he was. Minho. He wasn't standing in a dress, of course, but the imagery of the song that always played in Chan’s heart whenever he looked at him fit all the same. Minho was standing at the end of an aisle strewn with white petals, clad in an immaculate, blindingly white, custom-tailored suit. The fabric hugged his broad shoulders and his narrow waist perfectly, making him look like something divine, something carved from the purest marble by a master sculptor. But he wasn’t cold stone; he was entirely, radiantly, breathtakingly alive. . . . . Or, while sitting on the couch of their shared apartment, late at night, sipping on drinks, Chan can't help but let his mind wander, from the beginning of his and Minho's relationship, to the day when he'll get to marry him, to a distant future we're they grow old together, because Chan knows he doesn't want anyone else but his Minho.

Fics like All Your Gorgeous Colours

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