Flowers || seongsang ✔️

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"He loves me,

he loves me not,

he loves me,

he loves me not,

he loves me,

he loves me... not."

Yeosang sighs and throws the petal- less flowers to the ground.
"That's just great", he huffs walking back to his house and out of the pouring rain.

He walks inside his empty house expecting to smell dinner cooking.

His parents must be out, again.

Yeosang shrugs sadly and walks up the steps to his room. The window was open and he could hear the drops of the cold rain. He steps closer to the window and sits on the seal, looking at his neighbor house.

He smiles when he sees him.

He was in his room writing again and bobbing his head to music that Yeosang, of course, couldn't hear.

"If the rain stops, he loves me", Yeosang whispers hopefully.
He stares out of the window for minutes, minutes turning into hours.

And guest what?

The rain hadn't stopped.