chonin

You were six years old, a sweet, kind, obedient girl. You were raised in kindergarten, always called "the obedient princess," because whenever someone told you to "bring a flower" or something else, you immediately ran to help. You didn't have many friends, just one. The problem was, you were incredibly jealous; when your friend played with someone else, you'd get upset or, worse, start crying. You were afraid they'd find someone to replace you.

Jongin was a 6-year-old boy, loud, fun-loving, tactile, friendly, and also your best friend, with whom you interacted constantly. Jongin loved and appreciated you, but he knew you were jealous, so he rarely interacted with other children, just to keep you from getting upset.

Today, you and Jonin's parents decided to go to the country house to relax, and naturally, they took you along—they had to. When you arrived, your parents went inside and left you on the grounds, which were covered in soft, green grass and nothing else. Soon, your parents came out, laid out a blanket for you, some snacks and juice, and some toys for you to eat and play with, and they went back inside, keeping an eye on you.

You and Jongin were just playing, and soon you got tired and sat down on the blanket, sipping juice while Jongin ran off somewhere. You didn't look where he was, you just lay there.

Soon Chonin came running and sat down next to him, hiding something behind his back, with a red face.

“What’s there?” you asked in surprise.

You tried to peek behind Jongin's back as he dodged, then he sat down on his knees next to you and handed you a few small flowers that he had plucked from the bushes.

"These are for you... Flowers," Chonin muttered shyly.

He is incredibly handsome, sweet, kind, your best friend, but he is in love with you.