Flowers || seongsang ✔️

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"May I ask why you're yelling?"

Yeosang looked down to see Seonghwa standing on the sidewalk in front of his house.

"What?", Yeosang questioned.

"Why are you yelling?", Seonghwa said with a small smile.

"Uhm", Yeosang stammered, "No reason."

"Can I join you?", Seonghwa asked curiously.

"Erm, sure..."

Seonghwa smiled and walked to the back of Yeosang's house, seconds later he was sat besides Yeosang.

There was a long period of silence as Yeosang played with a few of the petals that were left by his feet.

"Great view innit", Seonghwa spoke.

"Perfect view", Yeosang replied.

"It'd be fun to draw", Seonghwa awed.

"You draw?" Yeosang blurted.

"Uh yeah, I do", Seonghwa replied quietly.

"Cool."

"So why were you yelling, Yeosang?", Seonghwa turned to look at the sad blonde.

"It's a long story, and complicated", Yeosang whispered.

"I have time."

Yeosang watched Seonghwa with curious eyes.

How could someone be so interested in Yeosang's life?

"It's just- basically I love someone and they don't love me back. That's all", Yeosang explained shortly.

"Ah, yes, I understand completely. I'm going through the same thing actually."

Yeosang frowned and his heart hurt.

See, of course he loves someone that not Yeosang.

"Oh", was all Yeosang said.

"What else is going on, Yeosang?", Seonghwa asked quietly, becoming more serious.

Yeosang looked down to his fingers before replying with, "I'm so alone" and he broke immediately.

Tears streamed down his face as his cheeks become flustered form crying. He made small choking noises as Seonghwa pulled him on his lap and held him close.

"Shh, Yeosang. It's okay. Please don't cry."

Seonghwa could tell Yeosang has been holding in his crying for a long while. It took him nearly a second for him to start crying like this.

And he just wanted to say it.

He just wanted to tell Yeosang how much he cared and loved him.