Platonic Lovers?

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I left for work after Namjoon basically forced an antidepressant into my mouth.

I had decided to walk again because it was nice out today. Hoseoks bright red hair popped out from the back of the shop as I walked in.

"Taelin! We got the order of the pretty petunias you wanted!"

I clapped my hands in excitement.

"Yay! I'm sure people will like these!"

We began setting them up around the shop.

Hoseoks hair reminded me of a pretty rose, a nice pruned rose, the one you'd give to your crush or something.

The day started slow but sure enough we had a huge rush because of some kind of parade, the people wanted to get flowers to throw on who's float they thought was prettiest

We had decided to close early since the day was particularly busy.

"I can't wait to see my niece, I've gotten her so many presents her little mind will be blown."

Hoseok said with a bright look on his face.

"I believe it! Tell her I said hi for me okay?"

Hoseok nodded and went to his car driving off leaving me to lock up the shop and grab my things.

Namjoon POV

When the hell is she going to get home?

I sighed and went to the kitchen, maybe eating something would take my mind off of her absence. I mean she told me two hours ago she closed up the flower shop so where was she?

Her apartment was no better than mine if she wasn't in it although I got a little bit more peace of mind in hers.

I'm wasn't sure if I loved her romantically or platonically.

Would romantic love include wanting to be with her every second or would that contribute to my horrible separation issues?

Why did I kiss her back if I wasn't sure?

The door opened cutting in on my thoughts.

"I'm sorry I took so long Namjoon! I got us some food because I know I haven't really been grocery shopping in a while and I wanted to cook."

I smiled hearing her voice and helped her with the groceries putting them in their respective places then realizing she hadn't taken her car today.

"You carried all of these?"

She nodded as she turned on the stove.

I sigh and shake my head, there isn't really anything I could do about it now shes already home.

"I was thinking about moving in with you Taelin."

Her movements stopped as she looked at me.

"You what?"

"I was thinking about moving in... Since I'm always here anyways."

"Where would you sleep there is only one bedroom?"

"Wiiith youuu?"

I flashed a cheeky smile and I could almost hear her scoffing.

She turned back to the stove and continued cooking.

I dont know whether to be hurt or if I should've expected this kind of response.

I sat at the kitchens island and watched her work away on dinner.

Taelin was the embodiment of beautiful. Her sickly sweet smile could send your heart twisting and turning, her bright eyes could reel you in and make you never want to leave, her bangs framing her face like a painting bringing her whole trap of a person together.

After she finished cooking we ate silently. She went to her room and I to the living room of course.

We distanced ourselves after she kissed me, I hated being so close but so far at the same fucking time.

Am I in love with her?

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