roses↠p.cy

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It was three weeks since the unknown admirer sent the medicine and the rose to Mijoo. She's already okay.

Their concert or debut stage was postponed because of the typhoon. The band was a little bit disappointed but that gave them more time to perfect their performance.

Mijoo admits to herself that she misses her admirer. Usually, there's a rose and something every week but these past weeks, she didn't received anything. She was somewhat sad because she did enjoy that kind of thing but then she realized that she's not the only person in his life. Maybe he has something important to do.

Her phone rang and she answered it quickly.

"Yeoboseyo? (Hello?)"

[Good afternoon. Is this Choi Mijoo?]

"Yes, I am. Who's this?"

[This is Kim Namjoon speaking, leader of the boy group BTS.]

"Annyeonghaseyo sunbaenim. Why did you call me? Do you need anything?"

[Bang PD-nim told me that your debut will be next week. It's confirmed. That's all.]

"Oh really? Thank you sunbaenim."

[No need to polite to me Mijoo-yah. Goodluck on your debut.]

[Is that Mijoo? Omo. Annyeong! Where's Yoonhee? Is she with you right now?] Another voice was heard on the other line.

[Taehyung-ah, calm down. Stop flirting with your hoobae.]

Mijoo laughed at them. Urania and Bangtan were close like they've known each other for ages. Well Yoonhee seems to catch Taehyung's attention but she's just shrugging it off.

"Taehyung sunbaenim Yoonhee eonni isn't here with me. I think she's on a date with someone." Mijoo said, emphasizing the word 'sunbaenim'

[Mwo?! Who? Where? When? Why? How?]

"I don't know Taehyung sunbaenim. It's for you to find out. I'll go now. Thank you Namjoon sunbaenim. Tell them that I said hi. Bye."

'Now what? I'm bored.'

Then her eyes moved to the piano. It's been a while since she played piano. She's still in Yoonhee's house.

She then sat down on the bench and breathe deeply as she started to play.

Mijoo closed her eyes while singing, feeling the melody of the song.

The way you cry, the way you smile

Naege eolmana keun uimiin geolkka?

Hagopeun mal, nohchyeobeorin mal

Gobaekhal tejiman geunyang deureoyo

I'll sing for you, sing for you

geunyang hanbeon deutgo useoyo

As the song ended, she heard someone approaching her, clapping slowly. She turned around to look at that person.

"I didn't know you play piano."

"Chanyeol-ssi."

Yes. It was Mr. Nice Guy, Park Chanyeol.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her heartbeat was slowly increasing.

"Why? Am I not allowed here?" He said, leaning on the piano and stared at her. Mijoo looked at the other direction.

"N-no. But what do you need? Why are you here?" Mijoo said, stuttering a little. She heard the boy laughed and spoke.

"You don't want me to be here? How rude."

Instantly, she stood up and tried to reach his height but then she failed because he's tall. She can see his lips curve into a grin.

"Firstly Chanyeol-ssi, you barged in this room all of a sudden. Secondly, I don't know you. Well, let's say I know your name but I don't know what kind of person you are. Lastly, don't laugh at my height! Just because you're tall and I'm looking up to you doesn't mean you can laugh at me!" She said as the boy beside him burst out laughing.

She then bit her upper lip, making her cheeks puff a little. Chanyeol laughed at her, thinking that she was cute. He then looked at his phone and the smile on his face vanished immediately.

"I have to go. Nice talking to you Shortie." Then he left, leaving her there annoyed.

'What a jerk.' She mumbled. Few moments after Chanyeol left, the door bell suddenly rang. she went to the door and opened it, only finding a cute box with her name on it. She lifted the box up and it was quite heavy.

"I wonder what's inside." She said to herself. She brought the box in her room and placed it in the study table beside the bed. Mijoo opened the box and what surprises her was the thing inside the box.

It was a set of scented candles and a bouquet of yellow roses and again, with a note. The scented candles was from France and heck, sure it is expensive. She opened one of the candles and god knows that she loved it, so much.

Mijoo lit up one of the candles which is the rose scented and then she took the bouquet and put it in the flower vase on the nightstand. She put water in it and read the letter.

'Hi! It's been a while since I brought something for you. Almost a month I guess? Have you been well? I think your doing well, without me. You're happy with Baekhyun right? Speaking of Baekhyun, I was jealous of him. No, I'm always jealous of him. Why? Because he can approach you easily, or let's make it simple. You like him, am I right?

But don't worry, I'm not giving up. I'm not proving myself, not yet. As I said, wait for me. Just wait. I'll show you. And oh, that Sehun guy. Is he still hitting on you? Let me talk to him. No one can touch my girl. No one.

I hope you liked the scented candles. My grandmother picked that especially for you so yeah. I love you my Princess.'

Mijoo was overwhelmed, so much. The effort, the love, she can feel it right there but there's one question in her mind.

'That man said that he's jealous of Baekhyun and will talk to Sehun. I thought he was Baekhyun but I was wrong. If you're not Baekhyun nor Sehun then who are you?'