plums 'n roses l jongsang

make me want to own it

i cant stress this enough but if you do not support lgbtq+ & same sex couples/shipping and have an issue with it, LEAVE. it seems rude but get the fuck off this book.

"그 모든 순간을 여기에 담아줘"
(Capture all those moments here)

the smell of plums and roses will always bring him back home, even if he had to take a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive.

a short ATEEZ jongho x yeosang fanfcition.

"what's this?" yeosang asks when something got shoved into his palms.

it was a small glass bottle, light pink with a transparent liquid that swishes around inside every time he flicks his wrist. a round glass knob as its cap with a thick strip of ribbon tied around it.

it was a beautiful gift.

"a bottle of perfume," the other boy beamed, cheeks red and a wide smile on his face as he watched yeosang fiddle with the black ribbon.

he pulls off the cap carefully before pressing on the on the golden nozzle, a cloud of fragrant mist spritzing out right after.

sweet and strong. not sweet like the sweet cherry perfume teenage girls use, nor did it hit him in the face like a middle aged man's cologne did.

"where'd you get this from?" yeosang asks again after taking a few more sniffs of the scent, his nose suddenly starting to burn slightly.

the other boy laughs lightly when he sees him grimace and rub his nose, "mother made it. she got her materials from work and made some at home."

yeosang nods in acknowledgement, turning the pink bottle around and observing the different lines running down the sides of the glass, nothing out of the ordinary other than the missing labels.

"how's mrs choi now?"

"she's getting better, still experiencing chest aches though."

"thank you so much for this."

"it's alright, she had extras and wanted me to give some away," the younger boy replies as he shifts in his spot, checking his wrist watch for the nth time that morning, seemingly impatient about something.

yeosang makes a questioning look before thinking about why they were there in the first place.

oh right, high school.

they planned to meet up by the bus stop before school started, and if yeosang was to delay any further, they'd both be late and get locked outside of the campus gates.

yeosang slides the glass knob of it back on before sliding the small bottle into the front pocket of his school bag.

"let's go?"

the other boy breathes out a sigh of relief, "was wondering when you were gonna stop ogling at that bottle and start walking!"

yeosang lets out a hard laugh.

"what time is it?" yeosang wonders out loud to the other boy, who mumbled a quiet hello to the security guard stationed there.

the boy pulls up his jacket sleeve to check his watch once again, "8 o'3. got a couple of minutes till the first bell rings, 22 till advisory starts."