花吐き病

Let my feet rip apart with wounds
At least I can I smile when I see you
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The first time Seokjin saw them, all he could think about was how beautiful they were.

Six innocent, white lilies. They barely weighed anything in Seokjin's slightly calloused palms. Using kitchen utensils so much made his hands rough. He hadn't noticed it until Taehyung pointed it out one day.

"Hyung, your hands are so rough."

Seokjin chuckled silently to himself. The action caused his throat to burn a little, but he ignored it. Seokjin knew what this meant, yet he was thinking about trivial things like how rough his hands were. It was silly, and honestly very stupid; because Seokjin knew that the white lilies laying in his palms were anything but innocent.
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Hello everyone! This is a two-shot centered mostly around our lovely mom of BTS. (I don't want to say much more or else I'll spoil the story!) ^^ I hope everyone enjoys it!

**this story has only gone through spell check so please inform me if you spot any errors