Lee Minhyung Imagines

i | evening primrose

- "when someone gives you these specific flowers, you'll eventually know that he's the one for you."

Your POV

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's over. We're done" His voice rang through my ears

I could feel my heart slowly aching by hearing the words I dreaded to hear from him. One year. One year was spent filled with love and happiness. And now, all of that will go down the drain. Every memory. Every moment.

Atleast, that's what I thought.

Tears began to fall from my eyes as I began to cry. I loved Suwoo, I really did. Wasn't it enough?:

"Wh-why?" Was all I can ask to him

"Don't you get it? Y/N, I'm a player. What do you expect? Me to fall for you and eventually change? That's some cliche crap" He spat out, scoffing as he smirks

"Look, I don't want anything to do with you. I would never stoop that low" Suwoo adds, words that were like stabs of knives and shots of guns straight to my breaking heart

He immediately left after that, which gave me time to cry my heart out. I continuously sobbed, not caring if my neighbors would hear my cries, I didn't care. I was too hurt to even care anymore.

I was a girl who had always believed in love and forever. I believed in cliche stories, in romantic novels, in cheesy love dramas. I was a believer in love. Hence, I never cared for Suwoo's reputation.

Yes, he was known as a player. He had played more hearts and leaves them broken after meddling with it. But when I had accepted him in, I thought that maybe, maybe I could be that girl to change him like any lead girl in those romantic movies and such.

But I was too naive and stupid, I admit. Not all are real, novels are just stories, movies are just movies. This was the real world, and I somehow need to cope up with that. This is where people hurt, betray, sacrifice, and do literally anything for what they want. Greed.

After I had eventually calmed down, I decided to take a stroll, get some fresh air, and get my mind off of earlier. I tried my best to not look like someone who had just cried their heart out. I wore a white shirt and a pair of sweatpants, with some shoes to match it.

I took my earphones, phone and wallet with me, just in case if I ever want to buy something or so. And even though I'm stupid and oblivious in love, I was still responsible and independent.

Closing the front door, I began to make my way to the park nearby.

Mark's POV

I excitedly made my way to her house with a bouquet of evening primroses. This was my routine every day, wake up, do morning routine, eat, dress up, buy the flowers and make my way to her apartment building.

She had always insisted that specific flowers isn't her thing, for she lives whatever flower I might give her. So I never really bought the same bouquet, each was different accordingly.

Me and Shanha have been together for months, four, to specify. She was my first girlfriend, which is why I want to go all out and try everything in my power to make this relationship last and bloom beautifully by each day, week, month, and year passing by.

I was soon in front of her apartment door, and was surprised to see a pair of shoes just at the side of it. It gave me a weird, sinking feeling, but I rather chose to ignore it, assuming that it was her friend's or someone that is close to her.