cliche | choi soobin

pink camellia

Soobin stares at himself in the mirror, raising his eyebrows and bringing them back down. He smiles briefly before grimacing and bracing himself on the sink.

"Just say it," he mutters, looking at his reflection. "Not hard. Not hard at all."

Soobin nods at himself. Taking a deep breath and licking his lips, he stands straight and starts talking.

"Okay, so I have these things on my mind, and I want to tell you." He pauses, straightening his clothes before continuing. "Just listen, please?"

"I've been leaving the flowers in your locker. I'm your flower fairy."

Soobin clears his throat, shaking his head. "No, no, that's not right. I sound so weird." He sighs, turning away from the mirror. "Let's try this again."

"I love you, and have for a long time. There's just something about you, something that I'm drawn to-" Soobin groans, irritated with himself. 

"Yeah, let's say that. I'll just sound like her stalker. I'm so fine with that." Frustrated, Soobin takes a deep breath and looks away from the mirror.

He looks at the note he wrote a few minutes earlier, right next to the powder pink flower.

Pink camellia - longing

I shouldn't miss something I've never had.

Soobin closes his eyes, leaning against the bathroom wall. 

"I won't say what I want to, because I want to tell you that I want you." He murmurs quietly, a lyric from a song he wrote for her. His eyes snap open and he pulls his phone from his pocket.

"Why confess with words, when I can do it with a song?"