𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 85 𝓐 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷

Minho let the cold, familiar breeze brush against his back while he felt the wind crawl up his neck, embracing its coolness as he closed his eyes, the wind insisting on messing with his hair. 

His eyes fluttered open again, despite the bright light illuminating through the grey clouds. There was no one except for them in the unending field. She stood there, all dressed in white, and lilies braided in her flowing hair, the little boy nowhere to be found by her side. She kept her ground, letting the distance remain between them. 

Though there was a distance, the one thing Minho noticed was: she smiled, like all the burden she carried on her shoulders had dissipated. The dark loom she previously wore on her face, sometimes creeping up on her despite hiding it behind a smile, had completely disappeared. Everything about her looked lighter.

She finally seemed free again. And Minho no longer felt afraid. 

"Thank you." Her words echoed through the vast field, consisting only of the two of them. "You sought the truth." 

She looked down at her arm. Though she wished Minho hadn't noticed, she knew he saw she was fading too, while bit by piece she began to feel lighter. Almost as if she were floating. She closed her eyes, lowering her head, letting out a breathless laugh. A soft, elegant one. "I think that you will know what that means." 

Minho remained in his place, seeing how the woman before him turned translucent until she completely faded as if the wind had taken her with it. Just as much as she had appeared in his dreams, just as quickly had she disappeared, remaining as a memory. His eyes kept staring into the distance. He finally understood now. 

Minho awoke from his sleep, remaining laid down in the bed, only opening his eyes. He stared at the ceiling. He took a breath in. Everything had to sink in. Minho shifted to his side, watching the other lay in his arms. He exhaled silently, a content smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he flickered his gaze over Jisung's features, admiring him. 

He slowly raised a hand, caressing Jisung. "Rest, Love." 

"I am here to watch over you." 

Jisung shifted a bit, incoherent noises escaping his mouth until he found a good position to lay down. A silent chuckle left Minho's lips as he watched Jisung pout again, face puffy once more. He's fast asleep again. 

"Hm?" Jisung turned around, eyes half shut as he stared up at Minho who rested on his side, his hand behind his head. "Good morning," he chimed before sitting upright and sliding off the bed. 

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked, half-asleep, and voice quite raspy while he brushed a hand through his hair, lifting himself up to look over to Minho. 

"I have my first dance practice at the studio with Hyunjin today," Minho answered, stripping himself from his top. "Can I come with?" 

Minho turned himself to Jisung. "If you are going to look like that," he trailed off, eyeing Jisung from head to toe. Jisung curled his hand around a pillow, hollering it at Minho, who blocked himself with his arms in defense. "I am going to shower!" he retorted, crossing his arms in offense while Minho just proceeded to giggle, a teasing, up-to-no-good grin pressing his cheeks up. 

"Yes, you can come with us." the older responded, after being done with laughing, obviously not having meant anything serious with his previous teasing. He just liked to test Jisung. With that, he disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. 

When Minho emerged out of the door with a towel around his neck, and drying his hair, Jisung stood up from his comfortable mattress, taking a set of clothes as he walked past Minho to the shower. Once all clean, he finally agreed on leaving the bathroom with Minho waiting outside on him.