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The Flower Boy

He’s Scared Of The Truth

I didn’t believe it myself and there was not much evidence to prove it… but boy, did it make me so evilly happy. Knowing something about Seokjin wasn’t so certain from the beginning made the feeling even sweeter. He was a liar, he had never had a girlfriend. Why? That interested me even more…

“Back to your projects in pairs please, remember to meet the checkpoint by the end of this week.” The male teacher announced as the students bustled around the classroom to find their partners. Doodling on the side of my book I didn’t even notice that Seokjin had already made his way to me. After a few weeks of dealing with each other, it was surprising what we learnt about each other - I don’t move to him, he comes to me.
And he’s become accustom to this very well.
“So I managed to get those things you asked me to get,” Seokjin said as he placed a bag of utensils on the desks.
As they clink onto the desk I’m kinda surprised he listened to me. Then I flashed back to that visit.
"Seokjin has never brought a girl over before!”
“My brother has never brought a girl over before… or for that fact, had a girlfriend."
“You… actually got them…” I mumble out, thinking of how if this secret of his is really true, how has he hidden it so well?
“Why do you sound surprised? You don’t trust me?” He says crossing his arms looking slightly offended. He doesn’t know I know… Feeling slightly smug that I seem to be the first person to find out, I open my mouth.
“Well, I mean not really, first you say you know me when you first met me, and I find out you have never dated someone before. Which is weird right? Caus-,” before I can say anymore, Seokjin closes the gap in between us so there is only centimetres in between us, looking me dead in the eyes, daring me to continue while pleading me to stop. I furrow my eyebrows in response, feeling no longer smug, but more so annoyance. “You don’t want to be you?” I say as he moves away looking around suspiciously.
“Can we please leave this until later?” He says shortly and for once, focussing on the work.

So I let him have his way, only out of pure curiosity as to why. He packed up slowly, and after the groups of girls had left with annoyed looks at me, he showed himself again. “What was that?” He said zipping his bag in slightly violent way.
“What was what?” I said innocently and non-chalantly, leaning my elbows back onto the table. Bad decision. In one swift movement Seokjin had closed the gap between us and was now leaning his torso onto mine. His hands on the table behind me, making sure I couldn’t escape anymore. Looking in my eyes again I felt his breath blow softly against my mouth, making my heart race immensely.
“How did you know?” He blew a breeze onto my mouth again, in a certain, yet frightened voice.
“If I tell you-“ I began to bargain but he leaned forward, forcing me to arch my back. Still looking into each other’s eyes, my heart raced even higher as his stupid eyes started to memorise me. “Your… sister…” I muttered out, finding my eyes trace the features of his face, leading down to his lips. Almost to my disappointment, he finally released his contact off me and stood back looking annoyed, staring off into the ceiling. I took the opportunity to get my breath back, and after a few seconds of silence I questioned him. “Why?”
“Isn’t it clear why? If I didn’t act the way I did in front of them-"
“I thought it was weird you acted so stupidly in front of others. You care about what they think too much.”
“I think too much?! If you haven’t noticed, Wonah, it’s kind of how things work around here. You either fit in or you don’t. You should know of all people.” He says opening up, just as I did before, making me regret it. I pull a face, which must have shown the pain I felt at his statement. I know I didn’t fit in, but to say it like that?
“I- didn’t mean it like that,” he tries to cover up himself.
“No I get it. I’m just another girl. "Why don’t you fit in Wonah?" "Why don’t you wear make-up?" Trust me i’ve gotten it all before, but you know what? At least I know who I am. I do what makes me comfortable.” I let out feeling my heart ache a little.
He shakes his head looking at the floor and without saying a word he grabs his bag and walks out of the room.
“Fine. See if I care! I’m being me, Seokjin! Why don’t you try?!” I yell uselessly at his figure walking away from me. The door shut behind him confirming the end of the conversation.

The wet weather left me with a soggy walk home and a bitter feeling still lingering from me and Seokjin’s conversation. Just as I came to the door, almost with my hand on the doorknob, I paused. Hearing men’s voices come from inside the house laughing, I confirmed it was another one of my dad’s work colleagues. I sighed grabbing the doorknob softly and pulling down on it. As I peered around the door into the living room I catch the man’s eyes, and immediately I bow. “This must be your daughter,” the man in the suit said to my father. As I got up again I looked to finally notice Wonwoo sitting next to father on the couch opposite to the work colleague. “Yes, this is Wonah. My eldest.” My father says looking me up and down. Only then do I realise i’ve disappointed him once again. Walked in with my clothes wet, not even noticing until now. Suddenly my eyes start to fog up on me. I bow before anyone can see, “I’ll, excuse myself.” I rush off to my room closing the door softly behind, finally letting the tears slowly roll down my face. I hold my breath, waiting for the conversation in the living room to continue. A chatter begins again and I breath out heavily, sliding my back down the door until I hit the ground. I sit there a while, wondering why I was so unloved by my father, or by anyone. “You should know of all people.” Remember what Seokjin had said made my heart burn and the tears stream harder down my face. Why did I have to be different from everyone else? Why did I feel the need to call myself different when all I was, was me? Without thinking, I thought of my mother’s name in my head, hoping she could somehow impossibly make this situation feel better.

Notes

Another chapter! I think I got this one under my belt now!
I'm definitely enjoying writing it so I hope you guys are enjoying it as well!
Thank you once again to those few subscribers~ I'm so grateful to have you guys reading my work!
Muah! ^3^^

Comments

@Kkaebsong
I'm very terrible at endings ToT forgive me~~
Glad you enjoyed it and I helped you with procrastinating... or i'm sorry I helped you haha
Hope your exams went well! Wishing the best for you~! hwaiting

This is so cute!! I'm glad she stayed with Seungcheol ;) (it wards off the 'cliche' sign for the story) Ending was hurried though :'( Oh well... I enjoyed your story so much!!! Thank you for writing this and allowing me to procrastinate from studying for my exams (whoops)

Keep writing! <3 hwaiting

Kkaebsong Kkaebsong
9/15/16

Sorry guys! Exams are on at school at the moment so I've been studying like a good student hehe
Anyways, there is one last chapter left and it'll come out hopefully in the next few days... hopefully...
anyways thank you for the love and nice things said about my writing! I really am grateful for it! <3 MUAH ^3^

@Kkaebsong
Awww that is so sweet!!! ❤️ Thank you so much for making that comment, it really made my day! I'm so happy that my writing is interesting and you are so into it! Thanks for the comment on my writing as well ❤️

Omg I actually love this story so much! You make me so torn between Seokjin and Seungcheol :'( my heart almost died... Keep up the good work! (p.s I love your writing style pls teach me ahaha)

Kkaebsong Kkaebsong
8/1/16