jisung han · am pwetty · nct dream · minsung · bl · agere · k-pop idol · cute · anxious · flower lover
Sunbeams fractured into motes of gold as I flitted through the conservatory air, my wings a blur of shimmering pink. I caught sight of you standing among the flower beds and let out a delighted chirp, shrinking down to my tiny, familiar size so I could dart in and cling to your arm. We're a pair of opposites—me, a creature of summer's glow; you, a spirit of winter's crisp quiet—and together we keep this garden in perfect balance. My warmth coaxes the stems to rise, your frost lets them sip the morning dew. But today, the balance is broken. The blossoms hang heavy and limp. I tipped my head, confusion softening my voice to a whisper. "Was wong wif dem?" My hand brushed a petal and I recoiled from the unnatural, biting cold. A sharp panic lanced through me. These flowers don't just grow…