Of Petals and Unrequited Love

[CARNATIONS & WHITE ROSES]

[White Carnations can mean pure love and white roses can mean everlasting love]

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War doesn't know why but he feels like fate is playing with him. Of all the years the photography club and the art club could have collaborated with each other, they really chose this year and that just made War's situation even harder.

And the worst part is that, he's partnered with the sole reason why he's in such a knackering situation right now. He's totally so bushed, physically and mentally.

It's not that War hates it, if only it wasn't because of the stupid flowers in his lungs, that by the way, are obviously making his life hella harder than usual.

"Do you have any idea on which theme we can take for our portfolio?" Yin asked him while smoothly running his fingers through the sample portfolios their club presidents had given them.

"Hmmm, well not quite yet. I guess we have to look around or research more about it." War suggested.

The thing is, ever since he coughed up those petals, he started coughing out some whenever he thinks or he talks too much about Yin and it has always been yellow acacia petals. Really perfect for his concealed love towards Yin.

He also started avoiding Yin as much as the situation permits and he hopes that the taller one didn't notice how he slowly distanced himself these past few weeks.

"I agree. We also have different styles, so maybe we can meet halfway?" Yin smiled at him gently and War just really wants to melt in a puddle right now.

Who even thought that flowers and lungs would be a good combination? Flowers should be planted on the ground and not inside the damn lungs.

"Hmmm we can do that..." War agreed and looked over to Yin.

Yin looks great, as usual. It's not a surprise that people from their University admire Yin a whole lot. Yin is very social, handsome and clever, honestly who wouldn't like this guy?

He would love to stare at Yin all day long, if only the flowers in his lungs, that he feels forming right now, are a bit more cooperative.

He teared his gaze away and just tried to ignore the forming lump in his throat. He busied himself with the portfolio on his hand.

"I missed this..." Yin said, facing him.

War fought the urge to look at Yin and just continued looking on the portfolio.

"Hmmm?" War hummed, as if asking Yin what the taller meant.

"I missed hanging out with you..." Yin went closer to him and nuzzled his head on War's arm.

War froze because of Yin's statement and also because of Yin's sudden nuzzle.

"Aren't you tired of my face already? It's an opportunity to see new faces, Yin" War can't avoid the pinch in his heart as he said that.

"Who said I'm tired of your face? I'd rather see your beautiful face than look at others!" Yin looked at him and winked.

And that simple action may have just activated some butterflies in War's stomach and also more unwanted flowers clogging in his throat.

War cleared his throat in uncomfortableness.

"Sweet talker." War said shortly before flicking Yin's forehead.

Yin just chuckled while rubbing his forehead and went back to his original position.

"Well good thing your roommates aren't here or else won't be able to relax and hang out peacefully while looking at these portfolios!" Yin exclaimed and it was soon debunked by the sudden intruders.