stained ;; myg

alternate ending

ten years later...

i went inside the flower shop, admiring the fragrance of the flowers around me. "oh hey, yoongi," jin greeted as i smiled at him. "another bouquet of pink carnations?" he asked as i nodded, looking around.

he arranged the flowers as i waited. "what day is it today?" he asked. "well," i started. "it's her birthday today," i said, smiling at myself.

"i wonder how you found out about all these stuff about her," i heard him laugh, i laughed with him. "i just saw it somewhere," i smiled again, remembering how i found out about her birthday. "oh wait," i looked at seokjin. "nah, nevermind."

i knew for myself what he was going to say so i didn't bother asking him about it. "here you go," he handed me the bouquet.

the reason why i picked pink carnations was because it reminds me so much of her. so beautiful, so elegant, so fragrant, so unique, so stained.

i walked on a familiar road, smiling to myself as i remember how we met. it was a rather interesing experience. i love how intriguing she was and how i couldn't even fight her.

and her blunt personality makes me head-over-heels for her.

it's true. i did hate her. but, at the same time, i also love her.

i stopped as i reached my destination, entering a rather gloomy place that i became so used to. its atmosphere makes me sad, but despite that, i smile.

i went to her tombstone, kneeling in front of it.

"happy birthday, giyeonnie," i said in a sing-song voice. "how have you been?" my voice cracked at the end but i still held my tears back. i placed the flower on her tombstone and smiled. "i hope you're doing great, well, as for me, i'm doing fine."

"i've got myself a job and all that stuff, but most importantly, i've got a promotion!" i said, excitedly, laughing at my silliness. "you know, i regret it," my laughter died down. "i hope i was given the chance to at least say sorry to you," i smiled sadly. "i'm sorry for accusing you for killing my parents," i apologized. tears started gathering in my eyes.

"i don't hate you, okay? in fact, i love you so, so, so, so much," i sobbed. "please come back to me, please."

"i love you. i need you."

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