★ 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝑭𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝑩𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 | 𝗛𝗛𝗝

𝙏𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙥

Hyunjin's POV

I picked up the vase of tulips and glanced around the door, looking for the house number. "Is this... Y/N's home? Maybe I'm at the wrong place..." I stepped back, ready to turn and leave.

The girl raised an eyebrow, her manicured nails tapping impatiently on the doorframe. "Who's Y/N? This is Daeho's place."

My eyes snapped back to her, my attention caught as I heard the familiar name. "Daeho? He's Y/N's boy—"

"Babe, who's at the door?" A deeper voice echoed throughout the house from inside as the person called towards us.

That voice... A chill travelled down my spine as I peeked around the half-open door to get a glimpse of the owner.

 A blond man suddenly came into view, walking up to stand behind the girl in front of me. I gritted my teeth when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she smiled up at her.

When Daeho recognized me, a brief look of shock and panic flashed across his face, but he quickly controlled himself as I glared at him, gripping the vase of tulips tighter.

What... why is he doing this?!

I clenched my jaw tightly, trying to contain the anger slowly rising in me. Did he even remember that today was their anniversary? If he knew what today was and still did this — while he knew Y/N was stressing herself out to prepare a surprise for him...

I gripped the vase so tightly that I thought it might shatter in my hands.

"Baby, go back inside for a second, I'll be with you soon." Daeho quickly pried the girl's fingers from around his bicep, shooing her away from basically hanging all over him. She pouted and went back inside, and Daeho stepped forward, closing the door a bit more behind himself.

"You —You're the guy— what are you doing here??" Daeho hissed at me, frantically glancing behind me, as if he was scared that Y/N might be with me.

I stiffened, my breath getting heavier. "What am I doing at Y/N's house?" I repeated, forcing it out through my teeth.

Daeho's eyes darted around again, and he dropped his voice. "Bro, hush, this chick thinks this is my place—"

"I am not your 'Bro'," I spat, not following his signal to whisper. "I would rather die with a respectable reputation than be associated with trash like you."

He laughed nervously, raising his hands in defense. He was really smiling and trying to play around right now?? "Ha, isn't that a bit dramatic?" He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out another pathetic chuckle.

"Not as dramatic as your gaslighting will be when you attempt to convince Y/N to stay with your sorry a—"

"Wait, you're not going to tell her, are you??" Daeho panicked, and his eyes widened slightly, the most emotion I'd ever seen him display.

I blinked at him. "And if I do?? She doesn't deserve the disrespect of being anywhere near your deplorable excuse of an existence. Do you even know what today is?" I suddenly blurted out, fuming at this point.

He shrugged nonchalantly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts and shaking his head as he thought. "Nope, what's today?"

I shoved the vase of tulips into his hands before I was tempted beyond restraint to splash the water in his lamentable face. "You'll find out soon enough."

Daeho squinted down at the bouquet of flowers that Y/N had picked out for him, a physical display of how much she cared for him, but he stared at them like they were an alien object. "What are these for?"

I scoffed at his audacity. His face was starting to look extremely punchable, but I kept my hands at my sides. "Y/N bought them for you." I turned my back to Daeho and descended the steps, leaving him standing at the door. "But be sure as hell you don't deserve them."

...

As I made my way back to the florist shop, I thought deeply as I walked. I had said in the heat of the moment that I would tell Y/N, but... could I really?

I shook my head at myself, clicking my tongue in frustration. I couldn't tell her before the anniversary surprise that she prepared — she worked too hard on it for it to be ruined. But if I didn't tell her, when would she find out? 

When would I tell her if I didn't tell her now? Should I be the one to break her heart by telling her, or would it be better for her to find out herself in her own time?

I sighed. All this thinking was hurting my head — and my heart, on Y/N's behalf.

I decided to think thoroughly about it for now.