𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

#.. FIVE

"where am i?" gunil asked once he opened his eyes, confused as he was sitting on a field, that was stretching out far beyond he could see.

seungmin was still sitting next to him, a relieved smile on his lips. "i'm glad i paid attention in class. knew it'd come to use one day."

standing up, seungmin walked a few steps as he stretched, before a pair of wings suddenly unfolded right in front of gunil's eyes.

so that was seungmin's true form? standing up, too, he forgot about everything he thought about before, the tears drying on his cheeks.

seungmin was graceful, his wings bigger than gunil had imagined them. but he looked majestic with them, like he could embrace one with them and make them forget about their sorrow.

walking closer, he carefully put his hands on the soft white feathers of the wings. "who knew that angels have black hair?" gunil chuckled, walking around the younger to stand in front of him.

seungmin smiled. "who knew that i'd ever show a human this side of mine? and to answer your question: i created a temporary new realm, available just for the two of us.

everything's peaceful here, as long as you want to. you want a flower? what's your favorite one?"

the angel's hand touched the grass, running it through the blades, as colorful flowers emerged from the refreshing green.

picking out an orange lily, he tucked it in gunil's ear, looking at him with a smile. "it's pretty, right? i saw you staring at it."

gunil nodded, adjusting the flower so it wouldn't fall. "it indeed is..." seungmin continued walking, his wings stretched out in a way that mesmerized gunil.

he was enchanted by the angel. whether it was his beauty, his helpful personality or just him was unknown to gunil.

"oh? look who's here."

there was a child sitting on the field, too, ripping out some flowers to make a crown out of them.

and gunil's heart broke. it was him as a child, nine years ago. he wore the exact same clothes he had on the day his life changed forever.

the child seemed to be crying, sobbing as he weaved the crown. as if in a trance, gunil came closer to him, kneeling down in front of him.

"why are you crying?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. the small him sniffled, wiping the snot with his sleeve as he looked up at gunil.

the child seemed to get who it was. "ms shin just used us." used. the right word to describe what happened.

gunil sighed, putting his hand on his younger self's shoulder. he spoke the words he always wished to hear.

"it's okay, sweetheart." it was weird, knowing he was talking to himself. but it felt good. "we'll heal eventually... i know we will."

the child shook his head. but gunil didn't stop. "it's totally okay you feel that way. but search for help immediately. don't let her take away your spark, or your fun in singing. you still love it, don't you?"

taking the flower crown out of the other's hands, gunil put it up on the child's head, which made the latter look up at gunil again and wipe away his tears with his small hands.

"no..."

so gunil started singing. his deep voice seemed like an echo on the empty meadow

he knew that his younger self knew the song - it used to be his favorite. the child looked at him with widened eyes, having the same surprised reaction as seungmin, who was just silently watching him.

the angel felt the negative energy, gunil did not seem okay with whatever he was doing. seungmin knew he was trying to convince his younger self of not starting to hate his passion.

but gunil couldn't change the past - he still despised it, too. and it never changed.

so seungmin knew it was time to close the realm. walking up to gunil, he wrapped his wings around him, making him submerge in his feathers.

before gunil even understood what was happening, he was already sitting on his bed again, in his pyjamas, with the fairy lights as their only light source.

seungmin gave him a small smile, removing his hand from his forehead. "whenever you want to visit again, tell me. i'll gladly take you there again."