Secret Flower Boy (NamJin)

Chap 8 - Freesia

I hadn't heard anything from my admirer.

It had been a week and I still had yet to get another bouquet of flowers. Now, I wasn't trying to sound ungrateful or angry, but I couldn't help it. I was starting to come so damn close to figuring out who was sending me the flowers, I was ready to go on the hunt to find them, but as soon as I tried, they disappeared off the face of the earth.

I couldn't hide my disappointment of the fact. My constant snapping at Hoseok and annoyed responses to Namjoon and Taehyung's ridiculously immature questions was enough to prove that. I was frustrated, and every trip to my locker resulted in another knock down of my mood.

They didn't mention it though. On the contrary, if I didn't know any better, I would say that Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung didn't remember the reason for the three of us becoming friends in the first place. After all, my admirer happened to be the reason Namjoon and I started talking, and without Namjoon, Taehyung would never had sat by me in art.

So really, I supposed I should have been thankful that the admirer had caused all of these good repercussions to dawn upon my life. It was just a little difficult to be happy when these new friends were pissing me off to no end.

"Oi, Seokjin," Namjoon shouted right into my ear, interrupting my thoughts and making me jump--I noticed he had a tendency to do that, make me jump, I mean. I couldn't help but wonder if he intentionally tried to scare me.

He probably does, I thought. It's Kim Namjoon, after all.

"What?" I replied angrily. He raised his eyebrows, smirking, and he stepped away with his palms facing outwards, as though I had the potential to hurt him.

"Just wondering if you wanted to come over to the shop today, we could do some more research on the flowers you've gotten so far, see if it rings any bells," he replied. I really wanted to wipe the smirk off of Namjoon's face. Instead I rolled my eyes, told him I would see him after school, and sauntered off to my class with Hoseok.

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I stopped at my locker after school, and this time, I truly wasn't expecting anything--after a week of receiving nothing, I assumed that my admirer gave up. That was why I was so completely, for want of a better word, ecstatic, to see a dozen yellow flowers, wrapped in a black paper folder with a note attached, just like always.

My breath hitched, although I wasn't sure why--shouldn't I have been used to getting the flowers by now? I ran the note card through my fingers, a bit reluctant to read it. When I had finally gained the courage to, though, I brought it up to my line of sight and read.

Dear Seokjin,

Sorry... I'm really sorry I haven't given you anything over the last week, I shouldn't have let my fear get in the way. But I guess I should be truthful now, huh? So first off, I'm a boy... sorry if that's disappointing. Now onto the good stuff. Remember that first note? Where I told you I thought I was falling in love with you? Seokjin, I think I am in love with you...Maybe it's time to stop keeping secrets.

My heart was racing against my chest as I reread it over and over again.

~ Maybe it's time to stop keeping secrets. ~

Did that mean I was going to find out who it was? Who the admirer was? Who the boy was? Because that thought made adrenaline flow through my blood, made my stomach churn and my head explode with questions.

But rather than facing them head on, I did what I almost always did--I stuffed the flowers roughly into my backpack and ran away.

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