'Your Laughter Makes The Flowers Bloom'

I’m stepping aside as the staff is moving into the conference room. With the empty box from coffee shop, I walk back to the hall where Ji Sung is already waiting for me. He asked if I wanted to have lunch with him and I said yes if he would pay.
Before turning to the right and heading out of the door I see the members of BTS walking behind their manager. Of course I’m focusing my eyes on Jimin, as he walks from behind the corner with a bright white smile and the laugther of his, worth of billion wons for me. I don’t know what made him laugh but he’s propably joking with Jungkook who now grabs his arm and leads the way. I’m glad that he’s happy.

Ji Sung buys me rice cakes of all colors on our way to the small coffee shop where we are supposed to buy salads and then head back to the headquarters.
“These are so delicious,” I say as I chew on the pink ricecake. We pick a table and I sit down with the box in my hands.
“Is your life delicious?"Ji Sung asks and covers the chair with his coat before sitting down. I lift my chin and turn to look at him weirdly.
"Delicious?” I laugh.
“I mean,” he shakes his head in a cute way like he had said something wrong. He does it quite often; says something weird and then corrects it afterwards. I don’t mind. It’s cute. He’s cute. And I think he likes me, in a “joahe-yo” way. I feel sorry for him having a crush on me. I like him too, but as a friend.
“Are you doing okay?” Ji Sung smiles kindly, taking his wallet onto the table from hip pocket. He glances over the few tables to see how much the salads cost.
“I’ll take a chicken salad,” I tell him first and then answer him that I’m fine. I’m not that kind of person who wants to concern other people with my own problems. It’s no use. And nobody can know how I feel. They are my feelings, my thoughts and my pains.
“Well, that’s good to know,” he smiles again, gets up and leaves to the counter to buy us food.

After work, in the evening, I’m just laying on the livingroom sofa with Seol Hyun and watching old dramas. The clock is nearing twelve and slowly my friend crawls up. She takes her handbag and reminds me that I’m important and how I should live healthy. Then she leaves, letting me stay alone in my cold and dark apartment. It’s not that old dormitory but it’s not that new either. The dorms next door are the new ones and that’s where the boys live.
I take a look at the clock. Today I don’t feel like sitting in front of the window and waiting for them boys to come back home to their dorm. Why should I waste my time for that?
I’m feeling tired and not just physically. I decide to walk to my bed, slowly fall on it and just be. My eyes are widely open, blinking once in a while. Without a clear thought in my head, I’m listening carefully and waiting myself to fall asleep.

A creak.

Then after a minute, another one.

A slight knock on wooden surface. Is somebody behind the door or is it just me imagining it?

I can sense someone’s presence as I walk back to the livingroom and to the front door. A black shadow is standing behind the small window attached into it.
“Dariah, are you home?” I hear a whisper-like call. In a sleepy state I frown and wonder who it could be behind my door at this time of the night. Something rustles and I get curious.
It’s no one else but Park Jimin standing on my door mat and grinning akwardly. I see the big bunch of flowers in his gentle hands and just stare at the bouquet.
“C-can I come in? It’s cold,” he says and I glance at him without saying a word before I let him walk past me. I close the door and turn to look at him again. Jimin views my apartment with slow moves. Somehow he seems completely different, on his guard.
“Nice,” he says silently and sees a table where to place the flowers on.
“You… Got to go home yet?” I try to small talk with him. I’m so sleepy I can’t tell if this is dream or reality.
“Huh?” he looks at me with his kind hazelnutty eyes.
“Ah! Yeah, we did. I -- Umm,” he mumbles. “Wanted to give you the flowers now that I still remember what I promised you. You weren’t sleeping yet?”
“No,” I smile embarrassed and then take a look at the bouquet consisting of seven pink roses. "Are those funeral flowers?" I ask. "No," he corrects me immediately. "I just -- Felt like buying them. To you," he gets a bit messed up with his words.
"O-okay. Thank you. It's cute,“ I say.
"Good. Good if you like it,” he glances at me and looks down afterwards.
I nod. It’s silent for a while.
“Well,” Jimin claps his hands together once and walks to the door.
“I better get going then,” he turns to look at me and smiles a little.
“Take care of yourself. And put the flowers in water,” he says before opening and closing the door,

before I even get to say good bye~

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