You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XXVI: Wilted Flower
Fists of Fury | A powerful fighting style that emphasizes striking with fists.
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Minho had begun to heal, both physically and mentally.
After a few days of navigating the chaos that had engulfed their lives. Today, they found themselves in the boys' school bathroom, skipping class for a brief escape.
The air was thick with the smell of smoke as Riki lounged back on the closed toilet seat, legs stretched out casually, while Minho leaned against the sink, casually puffing on a cigarette.
Iris stood between them, tension radiating from her posture. "Seriously, Riki, what were you thinking? You don't solve everything with a fist!" she chided, glaring at him.
"Someone had to knock some sense into him! You'd rather I let him wallow in his misery?" Riki shot back, taking a drag from his own cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the air.
"Yeah, because nothing screams 'helpful' like a good punch to the face!" Iris snapped, rolling her eyes as she took a drag and exhaled the smoke sharply. "What is he, your personal punching bag?"
"I'm just doing what it takes to get results. Clearly, you wouldn't know anything about that," Riki retorted, leaning back with a cocky grin.
Iris's eyes narrowed. "I might not solve problems with my fists, but at least I don't go around making things worse. You're like a toddler throwing a tantrum."
"Better a toddler than a doormat," Riki shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.
Minho chuckled, enjoying the back-and-forth. "You two should really consider a career in stand-up. Your logic is entertaining."
"See? He's laughing! That means my method worked!" Riki leaned forward, his confidence radiating in the cramped space.
"Right, until you get another brilliant idea to 'wake him up' with a left hook!" Iris interjected, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
