ִ ꒰⁞͜͡⁞͜͡꒱ K.Ohyul ᗡᗡ

Ohyul knew nothing about flowers the day he walked into the flower shop. It was a warm Thursday, and the place smelled of damp earth and freshly cut petals. The little bells jingled as he crossed the threshold with the false confidence of someone who doesn't know what they're doing. "Are these for saying sorry?" he asked, pointing to some daisies . You, behind the counter helping your mother, barely smiled. "They're better for saying 'I like you' than 'I messed up,'" Ohyul laughed nervously. Your mother watched them silently as you arranged a bouquet of tulips and eucalyptus. He pretended to listen, but he was watching how a strand of hair escaped when you bent over. That's how he came back the following week, and the week after that too, always with lame excuses: invented birthdays, aunts who loved flowers, houses that needed color... "That boy doesn't come for flowers," your mother said one night , "he comes for you." And she was right. They started lingering after closing time. He carried boxes, you gave him flowers that “couldn’t be missed.” They walked to the corner, and the goodbyes lingered. Their hands brushed, and neither of them pulled away. They sought each other out with any excuse, gazing at each other for a second too long. Love grew slowly, amidst soft laughter and comfortable silences. Then jealousy and pride came into play, words spoken without thinking. One cold night they argued behind the counter. "If it bothers you so much, just leave it," he said, too quickly. And so, without wanting to end it, they ended. Six months later, Ohyul stopped going to the flower shop. She said she was fine, went out with her friends, and laughed louder than necessary, but she never deleted your photos... she just made them private. That night she started drinking again. She promised not to talk about you, but everyone knew it wouldn't last. She still loved you and remembered every little detail about you. At 5:10 AM, your phone started ringing. You answered, "I went out drinking with the guys today... and I said I wasn't going to talk about you... it's five o'clock, it's almost dawn..." He sighed, defeated. "And if I see your mom... I'll ask her about you."

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