๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ž ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ.

๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ'๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?

to be honest, san does not know for how long he has been standing here; in front of a flower shop, eyes fixated on one particular yellowish petals. for months, he'd been avoiding this place. for it brought him painful memories of a loved one, that betrayed his soul and ran away ever since.

โ€œgood morning, is there anything i can help?โ€

san stares at the boy, and gives him one hesitant nod. because he still does not know what to buy, and what to bring. it's their first meeting after the last forced separation, anyway. because after months of mourning, he had finally found his courage to greet him. properly, this time. because wooyoung only deserves the best, and he would bring nothing but also the best for him. even after he broke his heart into million pieces.

โ€œsunflower, yeah.โ€

simply because it's wooyoung's favorite, and it reminds him of the said angel. the way wooyoung smiled when he sniffed the bouquet; the one san sent whenever they were done arguing over petty things. the way their fingers intertwined after a long day. the way wooyoung would press a chaste kiss onto his forehead to ensure his comfort.

โ€œjust sunflower?โ€

he thinks about the mole under his angel's left eye, and nods. about the warmth of his lips; that he can no longer feel again. about the smell of his hair. about the safety that radiated brightly off his arms. that, san realizes harshly, can no longer be his home again.

โ€œjust sunflower.โ€

โ€œhow about these red roses, sir? they just came this morning. still fresh, and fragrant.โ€

san thinks about the red. that bloomed across wooyoung's cheeks whenever he rained his face with kisses. about wooyoung's favorite red hoodie, that he wore before he went to pick him up at the office. and about the additional scary one, that gushed down wooyoung's forehead because of the crash. and then, about the painful scream he let out when he faced the truth; that the boy he had promised to love forever, is no longer here.

โ€œjust sunflower, thank you.โ€

๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ'๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?

๐™ ๐™ก๐™–๐™ช๐™จ๐™–, 11.13 am