The Flower Boy

Seungcheol kept reminding me after the day I had rejected Soekjin that it was okay for me to have done that. Without even trying to avoid Seokjin, he evidently avoided me on Friday. I tried to start conversations with him, but he always ended up walking away from the situation. I get that he’s upset, but the more I looked at his turned back on me, the more I felt a stone growing in my stomach. The only way I survived Friday was being with Seungcheol almost all the time. Girls all around me giving me death stares. During the weekend I texted Seungcheol everyday with worried texts concerning Seokjin, because he seemed like the only person I could talk to these things about. I left Seokjin for the weekend and thought that we both might need the space. I knew I needed it…

The kettle chimed it’s sound and I turned my head towards it. I scuttled into the kitchen and poured out three servings of hot drinks. One hot chocolate for Wonwoo, and two teas for my father and I. I brought them into the lounge where for the first time in about 4 months, we were all sitting together watching a program on TV. “Here Dad,” I handed the hot mug to him slowly.
“Ah, thank you Wonah,” my Dad said taking his eyes off the TV show to receive the mug carefully. I had been getting closer to my Dad, but that’s only because Seungcheol told me about his father-son relationship. It made me realise me and my Dad weren’t bad at all. I sat down on the ground in front of the couch where my father sat, next to Wonwoo, passing his mug to him too. As I turned my attention to the screen again, the ads started to play. I slouched a little in annoyance. “Ugh, why me?” I huffed out in annoyance.
“Actually it’s good timing. I’ve got something for the both of you,” my father spoke. Wonwoo and I looked at each other slightly suspicious about what was going on, before turning ourselves to face our father.
“Something?” I asked carefully. He usually never does these sort of things. He grabbed something out of his pocket and offered it out to me. I looked at it first before grabbing the slightly bent over pieces of paper. I gasped. “A theme park?” I looked back up at him questioning him with the look on my face.
“Theme park?! No way! Thank you Dad!” Wonwoo looked over my shoulder with wide eyes before dancing around the small lounge we had. I would have danced to, but I knew something was up.
“Why are you giving these Dad?” I looked into his eyes yearning for an answer to this odd gesture he’d never done before. It was enough to fool Wonwoo, but not me. His eyes dodging my eyes every second I knew there was more to this piece of paper than met the eye. He shifted in his seat awkwardly. “What’s wrong?!” I said slightly louder, making Wonwoo stop in his movements. I furrowed my eyebrows a little as I still kept eye contact with my father. He sighed and closed his eyes, seeming to have given in.
“Work isn’t looking very stable again.” my heart sunk as low as it could go. My beliefs were true. This always happened. And I guess because of how long we’d stayed here, I thought this time would be different. I looked into my lap and stared at the tickets, defeated.
“No…” I heared Wonwoo say sitting down sadly again.
“Dad, you didn’t have to buy us these. We know work is hard. We really just… liked this area this time.” I looked up at him again with sad eyes. The program’s theme distracted us all, and Wonwoo and i turned back to the TV to distract ourselves from the burning truth. Staring at the TV screen, all I could think about was how I was going to tell Seokjin and Seungcheol. I wasn’t going to…

“Seokjin and Wonah, you’re up.” I hated presenting stuff in class, but this one really made me feel sick in the stomach. I looked to Seokjin on my right and he nodded as a response. We gathered up our notes and diagrams we’d prepared, and headed up to the front of the classroom. As we faced the classroom full of students, my heart started to race. Being up here with Seokjin was good in a way, because all the girls’ attention was on him. “So this is our project,” Seokjin started us off. We looked at each other, giving each other encouraging looks before he started the talking off as we’d rehearsed. This gave me a moment to look at the class and Seokjin. It seemed like every hour of today was filled with the horrible thought of never coming here ever again. Never seeing these faces… never seeing Seokjin and Seungcheol. Sure I was hated here by some, but it never seemed to phase me. Seungcheol or Seokjin were always there for me. Seungcheol even noticed during interval that I spaced out. He asked what was up, and all I could find myself doing was smiling through the pain in my heart. Looking at the face I felt like I would potentially miss the most. “Wonah,” Seokjin pulled me out of my thoughts and back into the classroom again. I blinked myself back to the situation realising it was my turn to speak.
“Right, sorry…” I started off my rehearsed part. It went well, it distracted me from the sad reality I felt was going to be inevitable.

Tucking in my science book into my bag, Seokjin, me and another few students were still in the classroom. I swung my bag onto my back and checked whether Seokjin was leaving too. He still had to pack a bit. I stood up with a sigh, slightly sad this project was all over. “Wonah~!” A voice sung out from the door. I turned my head to see who it was. A smile lit my face as I replied, “Seungcheol-ah! Why are you here?” I jogged towards the door where he was peeping behind from. He stood up properly in the doorway smiling so his eyes squinted slightly.
“I’m here to pick up you!” He said happily, making my heart hurt a little. I wonder how much longer i’ll be able to see that dazzling smile in person...
“Yah! I can walk myself,” I hit his arm, looking annoyed at him. He’s been walking me around like a bodyguard ever since Seungyeon created that big scene in the cafeteria.
“Can you two flirt less please, it’s making me gag a little,” Seokjin appeared next to me looking at the both of us with a disgusted face.
“You’re only jealous Seokjin-ah,” I say hitting his arm this time knocking him a bit off balance. He looked back offended with wide eyes.
“No i’m not!” He said defensively raising his voice.
“Anyway, Seungcheol-ah, take this,” I patted Seokjin’s shoulder and turned my attention to Seungcheol again. I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled out a ticket from the ones Dad gave me. I offered it out in my hand to Seungcheol. He blinked at me a bit before grabbing the ticket softly and reading it.
“A theme park?” He looked up with his big eyes. I nodded smiling a little.
“Wonwoo and me are going and Wonwoo asks for you to come,” I explain further, feeling Seokjin’s interest grow next to me as he looks over my shoulder at the ticket.
“He didn’t even ask me?! Wow, after everything I’ve done for him…” Seokjin pipes up, acting overly dramatic about the situation. I sighed already pretty sure he would have acted this way is he saw me giving Seungcheol the ticket. I grabbed another one out of my pocket and shoved it against his chest.
“Happy?” I said raising my eyebrows as he stared at me. I walked out the doorway before I could regret giving him that, or he started to question why I was giving it to him. Though I hated Seokjin as well as missing him when he wasn’t there, I knew I was going to miss the stupid idiot.

Notes

Euagh...
Please forgive me...
I've been kinda stuck on these few future chapters so as I always do, there'll be a bit longer of a gap between my uploads.
Thank you to all the patient readers who are still reading! I would be a little impatience myself tbh xD
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