Flower Thief - Jiahn x Yeontae OS

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Happy IN2U Day ♡

As usual on a thursday evening I'm on my way to my weekly visit. The season is getting cold so I'm wearing my black jacket. It's comfy and keeping me warm in the breeze.

Only recently I found a new route. It's not shorter than my former route though but the area is more quiet.

And view is prettier, even now.

I bet in summer you can admire the cornfield and the poppies in rich colours but also the brown acre in the beginning twilight is kinda aesthetic. It's peaceful.

With my hands in my pocket I wander along the small dirt road that leads to the edge of the neighboring village. Here stands a small family home that seems so quiet that it seems almost uninhabited, but the well-kept garden with its lush flowerbeds is telling otherwise.

I found this garden the day I was running late when I didn't want to be seen racing and panting within the village. So I rushed through the bushes instead and nearly forgot time again while getting lost in the view of these beautiful blossoms.

Back then I would have loved to take a flower with me but I was reluctant to steal something. Yeah, was. Didn't take many thursdays to finally pick a flower secretly.

The colorful dahlias are just too tempting not to take one of them with me. What am I gonna do with neither time nor money and with the multitude of flowers it is hardly noticeable for the owner anyway, right?

Discreetly I'm peeking out from behind one of the oaks that line the dirt road. As always, the property is empty and the curtains in the windows are all drawn. I'm sneaking along the fence, my hand clasping the mini garden shears in my jacket pocket tighter.

At a point where the view of the house is blocked by an evergreen bush, I squat down and inspect the flowers reaching for one in purple.

That very moment a black figure jumps out from behind that bush, scaring me to death and making me fall on my bum with a loud squeak.

"Finally!" A young man my age steps right up to the fence and stares at me with an angrily piercing gaze.

"Uh, uh, hi, I-I just happened to be passing by here by chance--" I'm stuttering.

"Tell that to your grandpa, not me." His eyes find the shears that are lying next to me.

"Uh... Uh..." I put them away hastily.

"The last three times my dahlias also just happened to end up in your hand just by chance as well?", he hisses angrily.

"These are yours??" I'm surprised. I always imagined passionate gardeners as elderly grandparents.

"Whose else would it be, Santa's?", he shouts. I am still lying down below while he's towering over me. I'm glad there's a fence between us.

"Uh-"

"Who do you think you are?? Stealing my flowers, are you out of your mind??"

"Well, I... they... they're for someone special..."

"As they should! I hope she's pretty. For my dahlias is has to be someone VERY special, got it?"

"Uh?"

"Hand me the shears", he demands.

"Excuse me?"

Expectantly he holds out his hand and I slowly get up on my feet. Hesitantly I take the shears out of my pocket.

He grabs them and examines some of the bigger blossoms before he chooses a particularly large dahlia, cuts it off, and puts it into my hand.

I'm confused.