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he doesn't remember when he fell in love with the male with dirty blonde hair. all he remembers is the day he coughed and stop until he coughed up a bright blue orchid. how did the black haired male know it was a blue orchid? simple; it was his favorite flower. he's loved the flower since he was a child. the cool, yet warm color of the orchid could always calm him of his lowest, darkest moments and thoughts. his mother would never give him a dozen roses for special occasions like most families would give their children; she would give him two orchid flowers, to which he always cared and loved those flowers. he would do anything and everything to keep them alive and well. she always praised her son about how well he looked after the orchids. she told her son that he should be a florist as his job considering he always had such a delicate touch towards flowers and plants.

as much as the male loved flowers, he was also a big gamer growing up- but specifically minecraft was his main game. though most of it was the raven haired male trolling anger-issued children, it eventually became his career, but; he still cared deeply for flowers- they where like a second career for him- a secret career almost.


he does have to admit, without youtube, hell if never got into minecraft in general, he would have never meet his best friend, (his soon to be crush), darryl.


zak doesn't remember when he first started to fall in love with darryl. all he remembers is that his favorite flower turned against him that day. his favorite flower was trying to kill him in a beautiful way. his favorite flower was trying to warn him of the consequences of falling in love; falling in love with his best friend, darryl.

now, everytime he sees a blue orchid; all he can think about is darryl now, and how much he realizes he's in love with the other male.


they're so close together, but; so far away at the same time. If only distance could stop the flowers from building and blooming inside his body and lungs; but still, he loved his favorite flower.

even if it killed him.


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