I opened my locker after school, anticipating another bouquet of flowers from 'Flower Boy' as Hoseok was now accustomed to calling him. I grinned fondly at the nickname, reaching into my locker and producing a bunch of white and yellow flowers with small petals. I smiled to myself, excitedly looking at them, inspecting them the way I'd become accustomed to, seeing Namjoon do it so often.
"What does the note say? What do they mean?" I heard Hoseok say from over my shoulder. I jumped at the sound of his voice, putting my spare hand over my racing heart.
"Geez Hobi, tell me next time you try to give me a heart attack," I said. "And I don't know, I've still to read the note, and we need to find Namjoon to translate it."
"Hmm... You and Namjoon have been hanging out a lot recently, huh? Has anything happened?" he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, making my face heat up.
"N-no!" I hissed. "Of course not, Namjoon's just... a friend," I said. Memories of the hamster balls and the flower shop entered my mind, making the word 'friend' leave a bitter taste in my mouth.
"Yeah, of course," Hoseok said sarcastically. "I believe you."
"You should," I said, sighing and reaching into my locker for the note. I heard him laugh and felt Hoseok move closer as I opened the note.
Dear Seokjin, it said,
I know I shouldn't be, but I'm excited to see if you find out who I am. I wonder if you'll be happy? Disappointed? Sad? Oh God, I hope you're not sad about it, I honestly would have no clue how to deal with that... Only time will tell I guess. I hope you're anticipating finding out who I am as much as I am.
Hoseok squealed slightly. "Oh my God! He thinks you'll find out who he is soon? I can't wait to see who this adorable guy is!"
I bit my lip. Was I anticipating it? Part of me was, I guess, this 'Flower Boy' seemed like the loveliest guy ever, he almost seemed too good to be true and it was an honour to have him writing me notes and sending me flowers. But there was a niggling part of me that didn't want to find out who he was. What if he was expecting me to become his boyfriend? Was he expecting me to love him back? I didn't know if I did or not, sure I felt all giddy and happy whenever I got flowers from him, but I didn't even know the guy. What would I feel like when I met him? The memory of Namjoon hugging me involuntarily entered the forefront of my mind and I felt my heart stutter.
"Jin? Are you okay?" Hoseok asked, looking concerned. "You've gone all red. Do you have a fever?"
"N-no no, I'm fine," I reassured, willing the heat in my face to disappear, although it was no use. "Let's go fine Namjoon so we can find out what the flower means."
I tried my best to ignore Hoseok's smirk and the weird feeling in my stomach as we walked away from my locker to find Namjoon.
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Namjoon and I sat at the counter of the florist after our shift, our siblings going around the shop playing hide and seek. After Namjoon told me that the flower was a Forsythia and it meant 'anticipation', we decided that we would attempt to gather the notes and flower messages to try and find out who my admirer was.
I groaned, after only half an hour my mind was reeling and I only had one suspect, that suspect being based on hope, not evidence. I felt a crease in my eyebrows and looked over at Namjoon, who had his elbows propped up against the counter in a similar position to myself. I bit my lip as I met his eye, and he quirked a single brow, as though questioning what was wrong with me.
"Do you want a drink?" Namjoon asked. "You look stressed."
"Yeah," I smiled gratefully. "Thanks."
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Secret Flower Boy (NamJin)
FanfictionFanfiction Seokjin has a secret admirer. "A weed is but an unloved flower." ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox