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november

chrysanthemum
𑁍 no, we're not dating; but you're still mine.

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i rolled my eyes at the scene being played before my eyes. you told me to wait for you as you were pulled by a colleague of yours.

she was clinging onto you. you seemed uncomfortable. all my anger dissipates into thin air when i saw how awkward you were, trying to push her away respectfully.

'how cute,' i thought as i saw your ears reddened. you were flustered by her bold moves. i cleared my throat. i decided it was time for me to save you.

"honey, we're going to be late for our date," i said sweetly as i pulled off her clawed fingers that was wrapped around your arm.

i intertwined our fingers together instead. you instantly loosen up and relaxed in my presence. i held in a smile, knowing that i have an effect on you now. i glanced at the girl.

she was already staring daggers at me. i smirked as i pulled your arms and wrapped it around my shoulders, "let's go," i said tauntingly, walking past her.

as soon as we got away from her, you heaved a huge sigh of relief. "thanks," you said. i ignored the sparks that you've ignited in my stomach.

then you pouted in realisation. "where's my november flower?" you muttered cutely. i cooed at how cute you're acting.

my hand moves involuntarily as i held your hand and pulled you towards the florist shop downtown. we were meant to get you flowers as per your request before we were rudely interrupted by your colleague.

i browsed through their collections and decided on getting you red chrysanthemums. you accepted it immediately, satisfied with my choice of flowers.

'i love you,' was what it meant.