blossom//k.t.

sixteen

rumi spent that weekend, doing exactly what she promised herself to do, ice cream and sappy movies.

did she cry because of how pathetic her love life was or it was the movie?

well, she is convinced that it is the movie so it is what we believe.

celeste, on the other hand, seemed to be flourishing, going on a date with the woman from the club, they hit it off so well and could not stop texting each other. even if rumi would die before she admitted it, it made her more than a little jealous and sad, remembering all those days she spent texting taehyung.

she did get messages from taehyung, multiple of them, but she chose to ignore them, just skimming through them and leaving them on seen, she debated whether to text him back at times but scolded herself whenever that thought came to her mind. she had thrown his shawl somewhere in the back of the closet, refusing to even acknowledge that she still had it with her.

she had to return it.

but before that, she needed to get herself together. she woke up on monday, wildly determined to not have a single thought about taehyung or his girl or his stupid shawl.

at least the person who seemed to be his girl.

she wore her favorite black dress with a smart blazer, high heels to accentuate her legs (she wore them because her ass looked good and she could use that confidence now), she was a little more dressed up than usual, hoping that her outfit would make her feel better, and it did.

after getting ready, she did her makeup and decided breakfast would help her poor stomach which had been stuffed with all kinds of ice creams over the weekend. she regretted that, only a little bit though.

she walked into the kitchen, only to see 4 beautiful bouquets on the counter, freezing her steps as she glanced at them unsure of what they were doing in her house. she flipped one of them over, to reveal the label, 'filter flowers' was scribbled elegantly on it, taehyung's flower shop.

mission to not think of taehyung: FAILED.

how could she not think of taehyung when that boy has made her fall in love with flowers and their meanings, how could she forget him passionately explaining what a particular bouquet could convey, how could she forget his gentle touches to the flowers, hoping that his fingers would graze her skin the same way? as beautiful as the bouquets were, she hated them, she hated that they reminded her of him, she hated that she knew exactly what each bouquet meant, because of him.

passion, intensity, excitement, and finally, a new romance.

she grabbed one of the bouquets, coincidentally, the new romance, her romance had died before it could even start properly, and almost dumped it in the garbage can before she heard celeste screeching.

"what the fuck, mi? what are you doing?" celeste rushed over to snatch the bouquet from rumi who stood there dumbfounded.

rumi did not expect herself to react in that way, sure she was aggressive at times, but this was new. it was not anger, only hurt that made her want to remove any traces of him.

"w-who are they from?" rumi stuttered, scared to find out the origin of the bouquets. celeste delicately put the bouquets in vases before turning to rumi with a scowl.

"not your flower boy" she snarled and then sighed when she saw rumi's eyes slightly water at her tone and words.

"they're from lara fey, the girl i'm seeing" rumi nodded, trying to ignore the slight pang in her chest that did not leave after she heard the words, flower boy.