daisy

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you're in my biology class today

you sit beside me

i sit beside you under the oak tree

today we're doing our observing project

and we're doing this project outdoor

it's almost fall

the sun still shine

even it's a lil bit cloudy

the teacher explained us what kind of plant that we will observe

you were writing the observing result beside me

with your back leaned on the oak tree

and i was too busy starring at you

you looked so beautiful today

we've done our project

and just sit there together

enjoying the wind and the weather

it was perfect

until you plucked a white daisy

and lifted your hand up

to bring the daisy in front of your eyes

you observed it intently

while i observed your wrist

which seen clearly

because your sleeve fell a little

it was so pale

but also covered in red lines

and band-aids

i didn't understand what they were

then the sudden relazation hits me

scars

i was going to ask you about it

the wind blew so hard

and it began to rain

we ran to campuss building

i was behind you

your clothes were soaking wet

but you kept running faster

inside the campuss building

your body was trembling from cold

so, instead of follow everyone back to the class

i dragged you to locker

to be exact, my locker

then i take my deep blue jacket that i always keep in

and put it on you

you looked up at my eyes

confused

"you can keep it, don't get sick, okay?"

i smiled to you

then left

"wait!"

i turned my back to you

and you handed me the white daisy that you pluck a while ago

"thank you, jimin"

a smile appeared on your face

and it reached

your eyes

i took the daisy that you give to me

your hand touched my cheek

and it felt warm

"thank you"

you said once again and left

me standing alone in front of the lockers

with little daisy in my grasp

and butterflies in my stomach

p.j.m

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