───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Another day of school came to an end. The walk home was tiring today. Way more than it would've been every other time. Minho felt drained; not because last period was P.E, more so because he had shut himself in a restroom stall for half the day, until he had no tears left to stain his cheeks.
It seemed as if hours of crying had sucked the life out of him. And with each slow step, he continued to ask himself, what were these heart-wrenching feelings? Earlier that day, he had attempted to ask Felix to let him meet Jisung, but the latter, of course, turned him down right away.
Once he reached his doorstep, something caught his eye.
A bouquet of daffodils.
His heart rate accelerated. He carefully picked it off the porch and flipped over the note tagged on it.
╒══════════════════════════════════╕ Minho, I don't want to sound creepy. I know you hate me. But Felix told me you haven't been looking well these days. Please take care of yourself. -Han Jisung.
