𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 | 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴

❝what blooms pt.2❞

TWO days later, Miki opened the front door to find yet another bouquet. It was twice as large, and three times as pretty.

This time, she didn't ask if Wooyoung gave the bouquet. She didn't have to.

It was all written in a note, attached to the flowers by a silk ribbon.

miki,

those other flowers didn't deserve your attention.

throw them away once you receive these, got it?

w.

It wasn't the most romantic note ever, but Miki told herself it was alright.

'It's not like that. We're not like that,' she thought, quickly dismissing any delusional ideas.

It was difficult to dismiss the warm feeling blossoming in her chest, however. 

✿✿✿

That evening, the receptionist watched in fascination as Dr. Jung strolled past, whistling an unfamiliar tune. "In a good mood today, doc?"

He looked bewildered for a second. "I guess so."

She leaned forward, lips stretching into a smile. "Want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not," he said impassively. "Gotta go home."

As he drove home, lone street lamps lighting up the evening roads, he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to the gift he had delivered. A small part of him had wanted to see her reaction.

He unlocked the front door quietly in case she was asleep, shrugging off his blazer as he walked into the living room.

She was already asleep.

The house was empty and clean, everything in place. Except for a single note propped against a glass vase of very familiar flowers.

I love them. Thank you.
- Miki

As he stood alone  in the spacious living room, tie hanging loosely from his neck and with hair that had long lost its volume, a small smile graced Wooyoung's lips.