DEADROSES | PHAN

-ˏˋ thirty five ˎˊ-

i'm sad AS HELL
(also content warning ; this chapter contains k*ssing and to*ching but no actual s*x i promise)

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"hey, baby."

phil's voice was soft, if not a little gruff, and he wrapped his arms around dan from behind, kissing his neck. dan's face flushed, leaning back into the touch.

two weeks. it was two weeks after they had gotten together, and dan still had the faint pen on his hand to prove it.

phil was his boyfriend. he couldn't believe it. his first boyfriend.

not only that, but everything else was going well, too. phil and eliza had helped him set up the stand again, as long as he was careful with when and how much he grew, and it was better than ever. dan was hardly ever in pain anymore, especially since he gave up those awful shoes.

everything was good, pollen and sunflowers and rainy days. dan was happy.

"hi," he whispered, turning his face so phil's nose brushed his, beaming. this was a new thing, too. phil had started picking him up after work, instead of the other way around. "how are you?"

"good, now that i'm with you," he muttered sincerely. dan blushed harder. it was his first romance, and he was truly being swept off his feet.

he turned around so he was facing him, wrapping his arms around phil's neck. "me too," he whispered, letting his nose nudge phil's. phil grinned.

"good." he intertwined their fingers, leaning in to kiss him briefly. "are you done?"

dan nodded, forcing himself to turn back to the table. "yeah. we can pack up." he took his bag from below the table, starting to carefully pack up the bouquets.

"you know," phil said, moving to help him. "you could get a shop some day."

dan laughed, shaking his head.

"that isn't likely."

phil shrugged, dropping it, moving to fold up the table as soon as dan was done clearing it. they had found a nice shopkeeper nearby who was willing to keep dan's things in the back, so they didn't get stollen again.

as soon as that was over and done with, phil took his hand again, squeezing as they made their way down the sidewalk. dan got a strange ache in his chest whenever phil was around, and it was almost hard to breathe.

"what do you want to do tonight?" phil asked, turning to look at him. dan bit his lip.

"i don't care," he mumbled. "we could just... watch a movie, or something."

phil nodded, smiling. he was always okay with whatever dan wanted to do; dan felt spoiled rotten, and he loved it.

"sure."

dan knew he was falling in love with him, he had known for a while. he figured it had probably started when phil had took him in in the first place. when he had tilted his face, looking him over with those eyes...

it felt like coming home.

he was so smitten...