[Fic] Insa.
Insa
changmin/oc; 242 words
A/N: Wrote in about 10 minutes after listening to Insa on repeat. It's Min and a female character, but feel free to imagine your own preferences. Comments are loved. Enjoy! ♥
Many things were shared. Hugs, kisses, fluttering eyelashes under the shade of a tree. Secrets, interests, aspirations, sorrow and joy. Laughter, tears and smiles. All were shared. None were regretted.
He flutters his hand under her chin and turns her towards him. She blushes even though she doesn’t want to. The wind floats all around, caressing the both of them as they entwine into each other under the tree. Whispered promises prone to be broken, sighs of ‘saranghae’. They all flutter away in the gentle breeze, lost to the wind, just as the soft yellow petals fall in a graceful pattern, intricate and delicate around them. As they break away for the last time, a tiring feeling washes over; a heavy, haunting feeling. This will never happen again.
She gathers her things and walks away slowly, her long hair waving in the air. She walks and he looks on, until her figure is hazy, disappears into the folds of time, but engraved in his memory. He would never forget her. The smell of her hair, how his hand fit perfectly into the small of her back.
Never would he…
Her figure dissipates completely and he swears he can feel her next to him. This isn’t a dream. This is real. She’s gone. He keeps looking on, the words slipping from his mouth like a whisper, a promise he holds to himself.
‘…Nae saenge dan hanbone saranga annyeong…’
Fly away love. Fly away.
changmin/oc; 242 words
A/N: Wrote in about 10 minutes after listening to Insa on repeat. It's Min and a female character, but feel free to imagine your own preferences. Comments are loved. Enjoy! ♥
Many things were shared. Hugs, kisses, fluttering eyelashes under the shade of a tree. Secrets, interests, aspirations, sorrow and joy. Laughter, tears and smiles. All were shared. None were regretted.
He flutters his hand under her chin and turns her towards him. She blushes even though she doesn’t want to. The wind floats all around, caressing the both of them as they entwine into each other under the tree. Whispered promises prone to be broken, sighs of ‘saranghae’. They all flutter away in the gentle breeze, lost to the wind, just as the soft yellow petals fall in a graceful pattern, intricate and delicate around them. As they break away for the last time, a tiring feeling washes over; a heavy, haunting feeling. This will never happen again.
She gathers her things and walks away slowly, her long hair waving in the air. She walks and he looks on, until her figure is hazy, disappears into the folds of time, but engraved in his memory. He would never forget her. The smell of her hair, how his hand fit perfectly into the small of her back.
Never would he…
Her figure dissipates completely and he swears he can feel her next to him. This isn’t a dream. This is real. She’s gone. He keeps looking on, the words slipping from his mouth like a whisper, a promise he holds to himself.
‘…Nae saenge dan hanbone saranga annyeong…’
Fly away love. Fly away.