Fluttering Hearts (The Seeds We Sow) | ONF FF

Fluttering Hearts

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Those were the first words they had ever spoken to each other. Simple as they might be, those were the words that sowed whatever blooming relationship there could exist.

Those were the words that Changyun couldn’t help but remember, the words that were accompanied by a blur of shiny eyes, a delightful voice, and a sweet dimpled smile. The incident had grown roots, attaching itself to his brain so that he couldn’t forget it.

The roots were, however, a tad bit too strong and healthy, growing each passing day with outstanding strength. Changyun could almost feel them running through his body, consuming more of him the more that day became a distant memory.

It made his skin itch, a foreign feeling that became stronger at every insignificant hello. Changyun wanted to fight it by voicing some other words but it was almost as if he was incapable of doing so. Random grunts or hums were his replies to the other’s greetings.

He must think I’m a weirdo.

Because it was just his luck, that such an incident became buried into his mind with the help of repeating sightings of the young man he had had such an exchange with. It was just his luck that they had become some sort of acquaintances. And it was just his luck that no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t avoid seeing the other every single day.

No more than a few weeks had passed and yet Changyun almost couldn’t think back to a time when he hadn’t known the existence of the other; when his system wouldn’t run purely by the thought of the other. Changyun blamed the vigorously growing hedera inside him, left unattended as Changyun tried to figure out his mind.

Jaeyoung had told him he should move on. Probably. Seungjun told him he had issues and should get them checked. Not as far-fetched as it may seem. But none of their advice helped Changyun in any way. He was still just as hopeless, just as chaotic. So he jumped from day to day, ignoring the growing roots inside of him, ignoring the stupid blooming hedera making its way to his heart. Because what else could he do?

He sighed and smashed his head onto the keyboard. Why him of all people?

“Problems in Changyunland?” Seungjun pushed his feet onto the ground so the wheels on the chair moved, allowing him to get closer to his friend.

Changyun grunted, slightly pressing his forehead onto the keyboard once again.

“Okay, stop. Whoever hurt you I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the keyboard so please spare the poor thing.”

The eldest turned his head to the side, pout on his lips as he looked up at the brunette. “Why do I keep thinking of him?”

“Because you’re stupid.”

Changyun glared.

"Why don’t you ask for his number?” Seungjun asked like it was such an easy task. It wasn’t. Not for Changyun. He barely managed to let out a sound, he couldn’t even manage a ‘hello’ so he for sure wouldn’t be able to ask for a phone number.

“I’d rather throw myself out of that window.”

Seungjun winced. They were on the 14th floor.

“Then want me to ask it for you?”

Changyun immediately sat up, glaring harder at his co-worker. “I’d rather throw YOU out of that window.”

“Hyojin would beat the crap out of you.”

“Hyojin would thank me.”

Seungjun kicked Changyun’s knee, igniting a hiss from the victim. They were still in the office so he ignored it and went back to work. As much as he could at least when his mind sat elsewhere completely.