cliche | choi soobin

yarrow

Soobin looks over his shoulder, eyes searching the empty hallway one last time before stopping at a locker. Spinning the dial, he carefully opens the door and glances inside, smiling to himself when he sees how messy it is.

She's not the most organized, he laughs to himself. 

Soobin reaches into his bag and takes out a folded piece of paper and a small flower wrapped in white parchment paper. Removing the flower from its casing, he twirls the stem, admiring the small light pink blossoms.

It's pretty, he thinks to himself, before placing it in her locker. She's prettier.

Soobin takes a deep breath before unfolding the note in his hand. 

Yarrows - everlasting love

I love that I know you like no one does.

Nodding to himself, he puts it next to the flower, shutting it and smiling to himself. 

I will win you over, he promises. Even if it takes forever, I'll get you to fall in love with me the way I'm in love with you.