He settled himself in the corner of the balcony, ready to indulge himself in a bit of reading before the evening was spent. A gentle wind blew across the skies, bringing with it a snowfall of cherry blossoms. He watched as the twirls of pink faeries landed quietly by his side, with one touching his very lips before falling off. Sungmin leaned his head back and placed the book over his eyes, allowed its knowledge to press gently against his eyelids. A smile crept and the air grew thick with a tenderness that couldn’t help but make him breathe slower, deeper, happier. So, someone was after his heart yet again.