"why are we here?"
"it's been a while since you asked that question. i kind of missed it!"
"that's not the answer to my question."
"hey," she called out, already a few steps in front of him. "gardens are great. especially for people like us."
"why?"
"why, why, why." jiraen sang, taking a step each time she said the word. there was already a noticeable distance between them, "why do you keep asking that?"
"it's your fault actually. you keep saying smart shit or those that leave me hanging and curios." he answered, looking at the plants as he walked.
"noted." she stopped and turned to him. "but to answer your question, plants help us breathe better. and both of us have suck-y lungs, so why not?"
yoongo nodded, but kept quiet. he focused on the flowers that he was passing as he walked slowly. whereas jiraen leaped happily and stopped only once in a while.
"i don't get it," yoongi mumbled. by now, both of them were already a little far from each other. "why are flowers so precious?"
jiraen was picking up a few flowers from groups of plants and held them all with on hand while the other chose. she stopped and looked at him.
"they make people happy, yoongi. that's why." jiraen answered, picking a few more flowers to add in her batch.
"what do people find in flowers? i mean it's not like they talk to them or anything. they're just plants that are prettier than others."
"you just said the reason. they're prettier than other plants."
"so they get picked earlier."
there was silence.
but after a few seconds, she spoke, "right."
"would you rather be a pretty flower who lives shorter, or an ugly flower who lives longer?" yoongi was already seated on a bench as he watched the girl.
"i don't know."
"it's been a while."
"what?"
"since you had no answer to a question."
"shocking." jiraen answered, her surprise being obvious with the monotone voice that she used. she was making something with the flowers that she picked.
"but wouldn't people usually choose to be ugly and live longer? what's with the second thoughts?"
"it's because i want to be pretty."
"honest." he nodded, "i like it."
"pretty people are loved by more people than those who aren't that good-looking. that's why i like to be pretty; i want to feel special and loved."
"but you are loved." his voice was quiet, and their distance made it worse for jiraen to hear what he said.
"what?"
"nothing." he shook his head, laughing a little. "i said you look pretty with that flower crown."
"what?"
"oh fuckㅡ"
the girl's not-so-lady-like laugh was heard all over the place.
"yoongi!" she exclaimed. "i didn't know you had this talent of making people's heart flutter!"
"what?"
"well, guess we both have difficulties in hearing then."
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