sencha
Title: Sencha [cherry blossom mini-series] [part four]
Pairing: Mimin (Sungmin/Zhou Mi)
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. Words have power, but will is even more powerful.
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He lowered the teacup in his delicate thin hands, the powdery green sediment swirling at the bottom.
“And what are you implying, Sho Mi?”
Dark brown eyes stared back at him before a sigh escaped the thin lips.
“I am saying, General Sonmin, that we should not go through with this war,” the man replied. The general shifted, raising his head that little bit higher so that he stared down at the other over the bridge of his nose.
“You have yet to prove to me that it will be beneficial,” Sungmin answered as the wind blew and the cherry blossom petals fell gently to the ground.
Earnest brown eyes looked back at him, “General Sonmin, this war will be waged for personal reasons, please, I beg of you, do not continue. Others will not have to suffer for your own personal satisfaction,” Zhou Mi replied, bowing low until his forehead was pressed against the tatami mat of the study.
“Sho Mi, you may be a scholar, but you do not understand the harshness that is war,” the general replied. He shifted in his dark blue robe, the folds of the material shimmering in the sun’s light, “There is more to life than simply studying,”
“I understand that I am not experienced in this, General,” Zhou Mi continued, earnest, “but surely there is another means,”
The general sighed. “Leave, Sho Mi,”
“But, General - “
“I said leave!”
For a moment, there was silence, both too shocked at his outburst before Zhou Mi nodded, bowed again and shuffled out of the room.
-x-
The moonlight streamed through the leaves, lighting the small garden with a gentle glow as the wind blew once more, ‘causing the already almost empty tree to lose another few blossoms as they fluttered to the ground.
Zhou Mi stared at the brilliant full moon above him. He smiled a little, trying to push aside the sad nagging feeling in his stomach as he was reminded how small he truly was in the world.
“I’m sorry,”
Zhou Mi turned to see Sungmin standing a little away, his face hidden in the shadows.
“For this morning,” the older continued and the Chinese man smiled.
“You need not be,” and beckoned for him to come sit.
Once it was just the two of them, Sungmin sighed, allowing himself to relax and his façade to drop. They watched as the wind blew more blossoms off the tree until there was only one blossom left, hanging there delicately, balancing between life and joining the rest of its kind.
“What’s become of us, Zhou Mi?” he murmured and Zhou Mi smiled sadly.
“I wish I knew, Sungmin,” the other answered as the last blossom fell off the tree and floated gently to the ground.
Pairing: Mimin (Sungmin/Zhou Mi)
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. Words have power, but will is even more powerful.
cherry blossom series masterlist
He lowered the teacup in his delicate thin hands, the powdery green sediment swirling at the bottom.
“And what are you implying, Sho Mi?”
Dark brown eyes stared back at him before a sigh escaped the thin lips.
“I am saying, General Sonmin, that we should not go through with this war,” the man replied. The general shifted, raising his head that little bit higher so that he stared down at the other over the bridge of his nose.
“You have yet to prove to me that it will be beneficial,” Sungmin answered as the wind blew and the cherry blossom petals fell gently to the ground.
Earnest brown eyes looked back at him, “General Sonmin, this war will be waged for personal reasons, please, I beg of you, do not continue. Others will not have to suffer for your own personal satisfaction,” Zhou Mi replied, bowing low until his forehead was pressed against the tatami mat of the study.
“Sho Mi, you may be a scholar, but you do not understand the harshness that is war,” the general replied. He shifted in his dark blue robe, the folds of the material shimmering in the sun’s light, “There is more to life than simply studying,”
“I understand that I am not experienced in this, General,” Zhou Mi continued, earnest, “but surely there is another means,”
The general sighed. “Leave, Sho Mi,”
“But, General - “
“I said leave!”
For a moment, there was silence, both too shocked at his outburst before Zhou Mi nodded, bowed again and shuffled out of the room.
-x-
The moonlight streamed through the leaves, lighting the small garden with a gentle glow as the wind blew once more, ‘causing the already almost empty tree to lose another few blossoms as they fluttered to the ground.
Zhou Mi stared at the brilliant full moon above him. He smiled a little, trying to push aside the sad nagging feeling in his stomach as he was reminded how small he truly was in the world.
“I’m sorry,”
Zhou Mi turned to see Sungmin standing a little away, his face hidden in the shadows.
“For this morning,” the older continued and the Chinese man smiled.
“You need not be,” and beckoned for him to come sit.
Once it was just the two of them, Sungmin sighed, allowing himself to relax and his façade to drop. They watched as the wind blew more blossoms off the tree until there was only one blossom left, hanging there delicately, balancing between life and joining the rest of its kind.
“What’s become of us, Zhou Mi?” he murmured and Zhou Mi smiled sadly.
“I wish I knew, Sungmin,” the other answered as the last blossom fell off the tree and floated gently to the ground.