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XXIX :: Roots

"Peonies fair, with hearts of gold,
Their beauty a tale that's often told.
In your tender embrace, I find my rest,
Where love's caress is ever blessed.

Peonies bold, in their fiery grace,
Reflecting the passion in your gaze.
Who told you so? 'Twas whispered by fate,
In the blooming petals, love's eternal state.

And should these blossoms fade away,
Our love will flourish, come what may.
For in your arms, my heart finds peace,
Where time and space forever cease."

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

"Lavender's blue dilly, dilly
Lavender's green,
When you are king, dilly dilly,
I shall be queen."

In the hush of the autumn breeze, beneath the amber glow of the fading sun, Mai, her belly swollen with the promise of new life, and Cheon Seok, his heart heavy with the impending separation, found themselves on a weathered swing, swaying gently in the twilight.

As the scent of lavender filled the air, Mai began to sing, her voice a delicate whisper, carrying the timeless melody of "Lavender's Blue."

Her voice, pure and tender, wove a tapestry of love and longing, each word a gentle caress, each note a balm for the soul. Cheon Seok listened, his heart swelling with love and sorrow, his gaze fixed on Mai, his beloved.

For in that fleeting moment, amidst the lavender-scented breeze, they found solace in the timeless beauty of their love, a love that would endure, undiminished by time or distance, forever and always.

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

"No, no, Kook, you can not just physically avoid me if you were already planning to confess!" Like a bee buzzing in the summer fields of enormous buttercups, Y/n waddled behind me as I kept hiding my face from the world, and of course, my world.

"Kook! It's not fair! I need a closure!" If only the woman could see the flushing red of a lobster on my face, she'd know that I am a complete moron. I really shouldn't have confessed or even come straight to her.

"Stop!"

"Woah!" The woman physically pulled me by my shoulder, establishing complete dominance over a docile adult man.
The thought of fighting didn't pop in my mind, that's definitely a lie, but how could I fight against her?

"Listen, tell me," She pulled my collar and then in a fraction of seconds, my deprived eyes were gazing into her beautiful pool of coffee, the centre of which beheld a gold shine, a shine so captivating that I felt my body lifting and drifting a few inches above the floor.

"You could keep speaking, and I would keep listening." I whispered in her ears as I closed in the proximity between our bodies. Like two mystical beings intertwined, I felt her presence on me, my heart pulsating with the rhythm of her breaths. The lub dub sound seemed to be our background music.

"All throughout time?" She leaned into my face. Something about her kept me so focused like we were two characters in a story and the writer decided every little thing we chose to do but right now, even the writer was captivated in her.

"Forever and more, as long as you want me to hold on, as long as you hold on."

"And if my hands slip?"

"Noona will make sure it doesn't." I don't know what I said wrong to make her slightly repulsed before giving in to my statement and agreeing that we're both really just not as good at protecting as good Antonella is.