𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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Yunji wanted to listen. She really did. But her mind simply could not accept the words of those around her. Even this stranger, the so called 'Flower Fairy', insisted that a simple mistake didn't ruin her.
But Yunji's mind thought otherwise. Every waking moment, her thoughts were filled with self-hate and disgust. The only time her mind was silent was when she slept, and even then, dreams of her falling over and over haunted her nightmares.
With a shaky sigh, Yunji glanced at the bouquet of beautiful, faded-red Amaryllis flowers. They looked and smelled divine, the fresh scent of the several pine strands intertwined meant to act as a calming agent. But Yunji was anything but calm.
At that moment, Dahae entered the room, and paused as she spotted Yunji sitting on the bed with a giant bouquet of flowers.
"Another bouquet?" She asked, and Yunji nodded shortly, eyes still observing the flowers. "It's beautiful."
"It is." Yunji agreed mindlessly.
"Who do you think is sending them?"
"No clue. Probably my mom."
"I don't think so." Dahae settled on her bed opposite Yunji's. "I think she would've told you that it's her."
Yunji shrugged. "I can't think of anyone else, really. Unless it's you or Sumi."
"Well, it's not me." Dahae assured. "Maybe it's Linkai?"
"He's not mindful enough for something like this." Yunji sighed and placed the bouquet on her nightstand.
"I'll put them in a vase." Dahae proclaimed, getting up and walking over towards the other girl.
"There's no need."
"They'll die tomorrow otherwise."
Yunji hesitated. After all, some flowers and a small card of encouragement would never be enough to counter her complicated feelings. But despite her lack of faith, she still felt a sort of attachment to the bouquets and their sender. It made her feel as though the world supported her if even a random stranger was dedicated enough to keep sending her these. And the thought was somehow comforting, even if just a little.
