i was standing in front of you.
clutching the flower tightly in my hands, i did my best to avoid your gaze. i was an extremely shy person and i did not even dare to look straight into your eyes.
but you did it again.
you stepped back a little further away from me, letting in some space between us. before i know it, you were already speaking the words i didn't wish to hear.
"jimin, how many times have i told you not to do this again?"
your facial expression was unreadable with your poker face as your facade. my hands were starting to shake uncontrollably as beads of perspiration cascaded down my forehead.
and my reply was always the same.
"why won't you accept it, iseul?"
i tried to sound brave. i was hiding behind a mask of bravery and it just takes another sentence from you to break my facade.
"there's no reason for me to accept it." your tone was cold, and even fire couldn't melt it.
when i wanted to say another one, all i see is a blank space in front of me with the warm air swirling around.
you left.
i wanted to give you pansies.
