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Spring Again— winkun!
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STOMPING EACH STEP ON THE HARD FLOOR AND FLOPPING HIS BODY ON THE CLOUD LIKE SOFA, Sicheng buried his face to the feathers of the pillows, feeling it tickle his nose. Suddenly, a soft ding echoed from the left, coming from his charging IPhone.
Flipping his stomach the right way round, the Chinese male groaned, shooting lightning lasers at the calling device. He threw his hands on it, grabbing it off the charger, disconnecting it violently.
On his notification bar, he could see the Instagram icon, three of them to be accurate. Before he could even click it, he huffed.
The first picture was from Ten's account, 10Times. He was with another friend of Sicheng's, Taeyong. The two were on a bicycle, with the thai sitting on the passenger seat, folding his arms around the Korean man's waist. Burying his right cheek on to Taeyong's shoulder, Ten smiled wodely, while he was cycling.
Sicheng cooed, he had always admired their relationship. Even though he regrets clicking on the next notice.
This time, it was itsVroomTS, Doyoung's account. He had tagged three of his other close buddies, JefferyJung, OhNaNa and JeNose23. The two couples were set up on what he guess a devine picnic. A big bowl of fruit salad was in the middle, with other sweet treats half eaten surrounding it. Jeno had his legs out, letting Jaemin place his head on his lap. Doyoung was holding the camera, as the selfie mode, with Jaehyun snuggling on his back.
Wheeling his eyes in circles once again, Sicheng tugged on to his phone tightly. He hated this time of the year, it seemed like everyone was hypnotised. They would go to wonderful places, with mouth watering foods and snacks. February is after all the time when flower's tassle out their soft coloured petals. They bloom on every side of the street, on trees even on places no one expects them to be. In short, spring had arrived. Yes, the one and only Dong Sicheng hated the most ravishing season of the year.
He just couldn't understand, what's so special about flowers blooming. In the end they will wither away with the breeze, even without a storm.
And the last notification had the user name Prez.Chen. His fingers automatically slid it across, throwing away the notification bar. Even his younger friends were out, under a mysterious spell called love.
He wished that he had nothing planned today, when suddenly he remembered the anniversary. Donghyuck had invited every of his best friends to a party, celebrating his and Mark's fairy tale like relationship after 1 year of being together.
