Bangchan || Flowers

You had a chaotic relationship a couple of years ago, the most intense, endearing, complex, and nuanced love you had ever experienced. You weren't good for each other, but it was impossible to forget—it was impossible to forget how much you loved the fact that he was utterly obsessed with you.

You were a couple of days away from your wedding to a man you had met a few months after breaking up with Bangchan; you had been dating for three years now and were days away from getting married, although you had no idea if that's what you actually wanted...
You left your apartment, finishing fastening your shoe, when upon opening the door you saw a bouquet of your favorite flowers at the entrance of the house... It wasn't the kind of bouquet your fiancé gave you; he didn't have the slightest clue which flowers were your favorite... But there was one person who knew perfectly; Bangchan.
"I found out about your marriage and I can't stop thinking about it, Ama... I still feel that I'm not okay without your scent by my side; it's a shame that you burn the field when there are still so many flowers left to pick. He still loves you, BC~ Happy marriage, my butterfly." The note was perhaps what stirred your insides the most... Those nicknames with a history behind them: Ama, because you were fascinated by poppies; Butterfly, because they were your favorite animal... Bangchan could be intense, he could be the most complicated man to understand in the world, but he was a romantic and attentive to a fault, the kind that was impossible to ignore.