In spring time, daffodils blossomed the purest white, each containing a sweet golden nectar in the middle of each flower, seven were held, to be precise.
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In the middle of Jin's cupped palms, rested six beautiful daffodils. The nectar being the representation of their hearts. The seventh flower however, simply did not fit in.
Well, that's how Jin saw it.
He smiled dumbfoundedly to himself, his gaze never left the innocent white petals. Surrounding him all around were patches of daffodils all poking out, releasing very sweet invisible aromas that attracted any pollinating animals.
He stood in the middle of the patched flowers, a soft breeze started to pick up his loosened long white sweater along with his caramel hair, his bangs brushed swiftly along his forehead almost creating a ticklish sensation and rested slightly above his eyes, just the tips could be seen in Jin's point of view, from afar if you were to spot Jin he looked very, Mysterious.
Again the wind started to pick up very harshly almost tugging violently at Jin's sweater but it also indicated were the sudden wind came from, 'west' Jin mumbled softly. But soon that breeze hit him hard until finally.
One flower fell.
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