the last time i saw your stars shine

flower petals

a/n

didn't update in 2 weeks even tho i have multiple chapters written but not published yet :)

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there was a little boy sitting on a big field of flowers, taking them and plucking their petals off. his mind somewhere he knew he wasn't sad, where his thoughts are only good. in front of him a bunch of petals in all different colors.

"what are you doing?" the little boy looks up to see another boy around the same age as him. he wasn't social at all. he gets anxious talking to other people and especially kids since he can't know if they are going to like him or not. so he only looked at the boy standing in front of him with an innocent face and back on his pile of flower petals.

"why did you rip them off?"

"I didn't rip them off. I was gently removing them." the little boy didn't let the other just assume he was ripping them off.

"what's the difference?" the boy who was just standing sat beside the other playing with the petals on the floor.

"ripping sounds so brutal." he answered, blankly watching the boy get seated beside him.

"what's your name?"

"san."

the scar on wooyoungs arm, the orphanage, a little boy plucking the petals off the flowers, everything from wooyoungs childhood was connected to san's. he couldn't believe he actually met wooyoung again after all those years. but there was something completely off here. wooyoung told him his friend got adopted but san never was. it was the opposite. they kicked him out of there, he never had the feeling of a welcoming family greeting him, he was just sent out the big world by the age of fifteen.

san is laying in his bed looking at the ceiling, trying to figure out why the orphanage lied to wooyoung. his thought were soon disrupted by the ringing of his phone. he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now but when he saw wooyoungs name displayed on his phone he just needed to pick up.

"hello?"

"what are you doing?" wooyoung asked tossing around on his bed in boredom.

"nothing, why?" san heard a sigh on the other end.

"what about asking me what i am doing?" the younger said in a annoyed tone. the way wooyoung acts always makes san warm inside. he finds himself smiling like crazy.

"what are you doing?" san asked in a cute tone to make the younger feel better.

"nothing, i'm bored." from both sides small giggles because of wooyoungs answer.

soon silence has again filled the call and the thoughts san had before came back flashing in his mind.

"hey do you mind telling me more about your friend back then?" san asked hoping he could get more information from wooyoung.

"i think i already told you everything about him. why do you wanna know?"

san panicked for a quick second. he could practically tell wooyoung about how san believes it was him his childhood friend. but he was scared that some issues or bad memories can come up. and also san doesn't think wooyoung wants to know that he was being lied at all those years.

"uhm i dont know he just seems interesting."

"what the actual fuck san?" san was mentally face palming himself.