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I lay on the couch instead of our bed. It was closer to him, and I could hear his humming. It relaxed me when I knew he was okay. I waited impatiently for Chan to get back. Why couldn't he have better hours?

Just as I think that, the front door opens. Chan comes in with two bunches of flowers. The sight makes my heart clench.

Before I can even stand, the elder walks my way. He sits down, hugging me as a greeting. I sigh into his shoulder, already smelling the petals from a distance.

"I bought these for you, bun. Thought it'd make you feel better. They're fresh. Your favorite."

They were fresh. They were my favorite. They smelled so good, I could feel my lungs gather up the heavenly scent. My trembling from earlier fades, leaving me to grasp the bunch.

"Thank you."

I kiss his lips, tasting the soft hint of coffee. I roll my eyes inwardly. He was always drinking things he shouldn't be, especially at this time.

"Channie! Oh- sorry," Jisung laughs, apologizing at his suddenness. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

Chan pulls away, smiling over at our third. "Don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. Here, I got you some flowers."

He hands over the other bunch, standing from his seat. I follow, watching Jisung's eyes light up.

"They're beautiful! Thank you!" He jumps on Chan, kissing his face all over. I giggle, walking around them to grab two vases. He's lucky we even own one.

Jisung comes up behind me, taking our bunches and cutting the stems. I fill the vases up with water and plant food, wanting them to last as long as they could. Us three didn't have much of a green thumb. We tried.

I stop my movements suddenly, frowning. I go over to the living room, propping my elbows on the back of the couch. "Chan, what did you mean by make me feel better?"

"Sung texted me."

"Oh." My eyes fall to the ground as I stand straight. I shouldn't be embarrassed. I shouldn't be ashamed. It's okay to feel that way. It's better that Chan knows so we can take precautions for later.

I feel like such a glass slipper.

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