like a whisper of smoke (i remember you from a dream);
sungjong/minha (infinite/nine muses) | pg, 507 words
He does not find what he wants underneath the branches of pastel cherry blossoms and young apple trees. Instead, he finds something much better.
he doesn’t believe in love. at least, not yet. for now it is simply an abstract concept from the years past, something he scorns upon. a/n: requesting a sungjong/minha tag, thanks !