POV: Sungmin. Pairing not specified.
Notes: Dedicated to missnhaca. I know that you asked for a sequel, but I came up with this weird thing instead. At least it’s…happy? :D *failage*
Listen to this song as you read this. Eisley – Brightly Wound (right-click, save as) ♥ ♥ All of my inspiration comes from this very beautiful song and you’ll notice how I incorporated it into the fic. :)
I open my eyes to greet white sheets, brighter than I can ever remember. The silence of my dreaming is replaced by a song, so quiet that I strain to hear the melody.
A pleasant, gentle breathing.
My eyes follow the rays that drift through the curtains, framing the contours of his face, beautiful like this daylight. My fingers reach out on their own to brush the perfect cheek, but eyes open and I’m frozen. His eyes are the forest lights in my dream.
Opening my mouth to speak, I falter, not wanting to ruin the flawless melody. Words are everything on a morning that ascertains the night. My lips feel dry, and so I wet them carefully before gently whispering a fragment of a song, each note practiced and complete.
He smiles at me.
At this moment I feel like he knows everything- my hopes, my dreams, things that I like to make believe. And so I ask him, “Can we go far away?”
Soon we discover ourselves in the soft grass by the stone bridge, where wind sweeps across trees like a violin and dragonflies hover above the weed. I slip out of my warm socks, laughing as I dip my feet into the cool brook. Walking until the water rises to my knees, I notice that it isn’t cold at all.
The surface reflects a version of me, with lively features and tangled hair.
“I am a butterfly," I announce.
“In the water?” He asks, amused.
I smile. “Yes.”
The sunlight floats across him in moving vertical currents. He will not enter the water, choosing instead to sit by the flowering tree. The blossoms are falling and dancing about his form, the sure center of the world. I wonder now, does he know also..? I cannot read his gaze and so my heart settles to betray me, revealing to him the only secret I have ever kept.
That I love him.