let me in.
@feydonghan
He never meant to mooch or take advantage of another person’s good will. Sometimes, these things just happen. Seeds were for the real birds. But bread, bread he couldn’t resist.
Minho, covered in dark feathers, sits on a particular windowsill. He looks through the glass, searching for a boy. A kind boy with a honey-like voice and a heart of solid gold. A boy that will feed a weird bird like himself, not with moldy scraps but with fine bits of sweet bread. His tiny pigeon heart beat fast, his stomach ached. Flying consumes an insane amount energy, and this is his favorite pitstop in the middle of the city: Donghan’s house.
It wasn’t that weird, right?
He pecks at the window, he ruffles his feathers, then sighs low and long with disappointment. All morning, while he was fluttering between skyscrapers, he looked forward to seeing Donghan and munching on rich carbohydrates. Their friendship, if you could call it that, was an accident. Minho bought him coffee one day and later, in his avian form, met him again in the park as he fed the furry denizens of Seoul. At the time, he thought this meant they were even - coffee for bread, and the deal would be done.
It wasn’t. Donghan’s generosity was too convenient, the stories he’d tell him over bread crumbs too interesting. So every few days, he’d come here. Minho hit the window again with his beak, waited for a beat, and continued tapping away. Hungry, impatient, hoping that he didn’t arrive at an empty house, he began headbanging against the glass. Come on, Donghannie, let me in!