𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

VELVETEEN SECRETS : MINSUNG

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Lily of The Valley, he rested against the blades of grass that did little to bruise the skin that laid upon it. Sipping on mint juleps and dancing to flower psychedelic pop. Jisung was playing with soft, sweet bunnies amongst the strawberries and bluebells.

" Jisungie! You should try glitter soup, all the unicorns and bunnies in my class love them!They said it'll turn you into a magical fairy like Sungie always wanted to be! " The bunnies hummed, dancing happily as one would in a daisy dream.

Wait... dream? Bunnies? Unicorns? Glitter soup? Dream-?

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" Oh.. it was just a dream.. "
He sighed whimsically, recalling how he was so close to making glitter soup with his bunnie friends, how he would have rested between the petals of his honeysuckle reveries.

Still, he slipped on his bunny slippers, taking his once full cup of mint juleps to the kitchen, little scuffling noises against the wooden floor as he hummed softly.

But this sadness soon faded as he saw the tiny canister of edible ( he thinks! ) glitter, pearls, confetti, sprinkles! Those with little segments, pastels peeking through the sugar-melted glass.

Soon, there was a rainbow that took all the storms away, an idea that flapped its wings gently, resting upon his serenity of a mind. " I'm gonna make glitter soup! " He exclaimed, clapping his hands excitedly as he maneuvered his way through the mountains of chicken breasts in vacuumed-tight packages, the alley of snacks and condiments before he found what he was looking for.

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" I'll just add everything! "
Jisung shook the canister gently, watching as the tiny rainbows fell gracefully into his bowl of hot soup, glitter that seemed to float, turning into liquefied rainbows. As he took small mouthfuls of the soup, he noticed how the moon seemed to be winking at him with a light that shines so divinely. Something magical was about to happen.

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When he woke up the next day, he almost cried at the sweetness of Minho's face, the peace that would gift him back to life. He was woken by the prodding feeling of something that nestled deep between the gaps of his fingers, resting in the crooks of the dips of his bones, unfurling in loving roots even as he felt shadowy blue overshading his heart.

Jisung found himself plopping against the bed frame, it was almost as if he could fall asleep again simply by staying still. He switched off the diffuser that rested readily on his bedside table, giving a small peck to his teddy bear that rested close to his chest. He swept a few stray strands of his long golden hair that was curled so beautifully. Like milk and honey, milk and honey, soft and sweet.

Honey? Sweet? Hair? ... LONG hair?

According to the hancylopedia ( updated till the latest version of course! ) the last time Jisung checked, he was rocking faded purplish-silver hair that was almost growing into a mullet of sorts. He recalled Minho playing with his hair and tying them into tiny pigtails, styling them with little ribbons and clips.

His bambi-like eyes widened to the size of saucers as the pads of his slender fingers
patted and touched, pulled and twisted at his own hair, even giving it an extra tug to make sure it wasn't a wig or he'll live up to the "baldsung" image that surfaced while he was scrolling through Twitter. His breathing sped up as he stared at his own fingers, studied his hands through a lens full of panic and confusion, what in the frickityfracklesticks was he experiencing? Was it all part of his Fantasmagorias?