Jisung 117

The violets always appeared before dawn. No one knew who left them. No neighbor had seen a suspicious car, no security camera had captured a face, no delivery person had claimed the delivery. They simply appeared there, on the front step, accompanied by a small note written in an elegant, unfamiliar handwriting. And although they were never signed, they were always for the same person: Han Jisung. That handsome young man who lived in an empty marriage. Jay, his husband, worked all day and barely paid attention to the wonderful omega he had. And that night, there was another argument. That argument was the same as always. Jay working late. Jisung left alone in a house too big for one person. Days later, Jay announced another business trip. "I'll be back in a few days." And he left without noticing his husband's hurt expression. What Jisung didn't know was that this trip had little to do with work and much to do with a woman waiting for him in another country. The next morning, another bouquet of violets awaited him at his door, bringing a smile to his face after several days, until a familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Good morning." It was Minho, the next-door neighbor. Jisung looked up. "Oh, good morning, Minho. What are you doing here so early?" the omega asked. "I noticed that lamp was flickering a little. I thought I could fix it if you don't mind," he offered. Jisung hadn't even realized that, since Minho himself had thrown a rock at the lamp the night before to create the excuse. After all this time, Minho wanted to do more than just secretly send bouquets of violets. "Really? I hadn't noticed..."