Venus ❀ knj, myg

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A few days of glances and smiles pass, sometimes I would wear his coat. Other times I would wear a plain jacket. I go to a flower shop, I'm really drawn to anemones lately. Red, pink, white, or purple?

I look them over and stop at the purple. They're really pretty. A smile grows on my face and I feel happy. This shop and these flowers make me feel comfort.

There are roses on the next table, red, white, yellow, pink, orange, even purple. I notice hands touching the red and purple ones. I wander up and notice he looks familiar.

He has the same caring look...is he?

He turns and catches me staring. I quickly turn to the anemones, but he already saw me. "Aren't you the boy from the train?" He asks me.

I nod "yeah," what do I say? Should I say something abou- "anemones, one of my favorites," he thinks for a second, "beautiful flowers, just like you."

I blush and ask "What do the colors mean?" His smile grows and his dimples widen, "well purple means protection," he looks at the flower I've been holding. "Red and pink mean death and love. White means sincerity."

I nod and look at the flowers in front of me, protection huh. He looks proud, it's nice to share small things.

"I never caught your name," he says "I'm namjoon!"

Namjoon...such a pretty name.

"I-I'm yoongi."