Flower [SoonHoon]

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The blond boy stared sadly at the boy in leopard-printed beret who's standing in front of his locker while eyeing the flower he had put in.

But before the other could turn around to take a single glimpse at him, the shorter boy walk away from there.

Hoshi let out a sigh he didn't knew he was holding and closed his locker with a thud.

He couldn't bear to be apart from his Jihoonie, even though they haven't been together for that long. Flowers reminded him of the fairy-like boy a bit too much.

Any other day he would've been inseparable from the flowers, but now he just couldn't take a look at it without bursting to tears.

While walking to the dance club room, he pulled up his phone and skims through their past texts.

Their cutesy and sometimes awkward chat raced his heart just a little bit faster, and his heartache a bit more bitter.

My Jihoonie ❤
I got another idea for a song, do you want to help me?

You
Sure, I'll see you after practice!
I can't wait to see you TT_TT

My Jihoonie ❤
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Me too, you idiot

You
Awww, if you say that in real life, I might just ditch practice to see you sooner.

My Jihoonie ❤
Suddenly I forgot how to speak.

A slight pang of guilt preyed on his heart, knowing that now they couldn't do that. And he has a part of taking the blame for it.

The red-head stopped a bit to open the door to the club room and relieved to see it's still empty. They didn't have any activities today, but the room is like his second classroom. He's always welcomed there.

He closed the door and switches his gaze back to his phone. Scrolling the chat further. Down and down, till he couldn't anymore. The recent one he sent are still left unread since last Saturday.

You
Hoonie, if you didn't tell me what's wrong, then I couldn't help you

And so Soonyoung could only lean onto the mirror and sigh once again. He could really use some advice right now, or just to vent his heart out.

He slides down slowly into a ball position, pulling his hair and turning it into a red mess. He covers his face within his palms and whispered into his hands, where there's no one to catch his voice.

"I'm the one who's sorry, Hoonie."

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| Hyacinth ( purple) = “I'm sorry”, profound sorrow

| THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 1K READS! I'm really happy, because this is my second SVT story to receive so many love and reads. I mean, my other English stories weren't that popular, you know. Since I never really finished most of it.

I'm sorry for the short chapter. Lately it's kinda hard for me to put words into a story. Ideas for stories do come and flash by from time to time, but I felt like I couldn't put it in words and many other things also bothered my mind. So sorry for not updating like I used to as this story really takes a toll on my brain to think of the ending.

Also, I suck at writing endings, just for the heads up.