In the darkness of the kitchen did the rather big, white pot stand on the table -- and still, it was not quite as dark as it should have been due to the golden dust swirling around the Bluebells and Lily of the Valleys. The flowers were swaying to their own dance, twining into each other before untangling themselves and if you stepped close enough, you realized that they were dancing to their own song. The song that sounded like thousands of sweet, innocent bells ringing in a melody that soothed one's ears; and yes, if you watched carefully you could see them shake their beautiful heads carefully. Jeongmin had put in every ounce of magic he could to make this incredible sight possible -- and the fairy was now curled into himself in the armchair, a small but exhausted smile curled over his plump lips. In his hands, he was still holding a small note which said one sentence in his cursive handwriting:
I love you, Bang Yongguk.
From the moment that he had stepped into the room, Yongguk's head had swum with the sound of something that he couldn't quite hear. He had shot Jeongmin a puzzle glance, focusing on the half-audible music, stepping into the kitchen; and then his eyes widened, seeing the flowers that lit the room with their own soft light. Leaning closer, his eyes closed as he heard the music for what it was, the heady scent of the blossoms filling his senses before he straightened again, brushing his fingertips along the petals of one of the flowers before he stepped away. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes fell back on the fairy, a smile still curled over his lips. "You're amazing, love."
