sweet pea || p.jm

"What am I doing here? Where am I?"

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart."

I look up to see a breathtakingly gorgeous man centimetres from my face, his features are clear and much past human beauty, making him hard to take my eyes off of.

Unfortunately, that isn't enough to distract me from the fact that I can't breathe, both from his elegance and the significant lack of oxygen.

What's going on?

Why can't I breathe?

Then, in seconds, I blacked out. The last thing I saw was a blurred face and a panicked voice.

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hor·ti·cul·ture
/ˈhôrdəˌkəlCHər/

the art or practice of garden cultivation and management.

sweet pea
/ˈˌswēt ˈˌpē/
a climbing plant of the pea family, widely cultivated for its colourful fragrant flowers.
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It's the future and humans are in communication with a fanciful alien species.

But the only way they can communicate is telepathically via certain types of plants.

Kang Iseul, the top human horticulturist, has been navigating these odd methods with the other top horticulturist's for the past five years, having the task of communicating with another alien through sweet pea flower.

Whether she admits it or not, this alien being she's never seen is her friend.

When the door between dimensions finally opens and she meets the other alien she's been talking to, she's in for two surprises: one, he's a tall, flawless, and human-like monarch; and two, he thinks they've been courting all this time, and expects her to drop everything and marry him at once.

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Warning;
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