𝙗𝙑𝙀𝙀𝙒.

for the record, wooyoung always thought of san as the sun in his life; the way the boy's eyes would sparkle like the god of light and anything bright had personally carved them themselves. they're so pretty. and san, undeniably, is also so pretty.

therefore, it was understandable to witness how quick he let the seed of his love bloomed quickly in his heart. because in every one smile he received from choi san, wooyoung used it as a fertilizer to grow the various flowers he had. just like how he tend the plants on their window everyday. with so much care, that he did not realize the thorns it brought upon his life.

β€œhow are you today, young-ah?”

starstruck, he would answer, β€œperfect,” everytime.

the first thorn, pierced through his chest when he received rejection over his clumsy confession. for choi san never saw him as more than a mere roommate, and he left their flat all brokenhearted. it was hurt, indeed. and yet, the flowers stayed with their petals. such a comforting presence, if not for the wound it started to make.

β€œsan, san, breakfast together?”

β€œoh, can't do today. i already have a plan. sorry.”

that was the second thorn; born from another refusal. he realized with heavy heart, that a red rose was starting to fill every room of his chest. it stung every pieces of his love, and yet, he let them reside with peace. because he deemed himself as a good guy, and a good guy would never pluck a young flower from it's throne before the big day.

so, by the time a fully bloomed red rose sat quietly inside, wooyoung already lost the count of every heartbreak he experienced. there were so much, and there were also none. for his big, big and stupid heart was a gentle one; nursing every scratch with utmost attention.

but even then, a flower can only hold on for some time alone.

because on the day san asked someone else to be his until his hair turn grey, wooyoung also realized two things; that there was tiny happiness swimming in his eyes, that quickly changed into another greatest pain just in under three seconds. that he was genuinely happy because the boy had found his own, and yet also angry because it was not him that got so lucky to hold his hand.

𝘡𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘀𝘰𝘯π˜₯𝘴, was the time wooyoung needed to feel the dying phase of his flowers inside his ribcage had begun painfully.

𝘡𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘀𝘰𝘯π˜₯𝘴, he needed only three seconds to understand he never stood a chance against the beauty that is choi san's love of his life since the very beginning.

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