❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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Don't leave me, don't leave me for her again...
───── ❝ 25/11/2015 ❞ ─────
Haru and Yoongi had left the Psychological Health Facility a couple of weeks ago. The two were busy unpacking in their homes, however, couldn't spend too much time together because Haru's parents were staying at her new apartment for the time being.
He didn't want to bother his foster parents. And thus, Yoongi was alone.
It was a usual, wintery night as Yoongi strolled along the crowded streets of Seoul, illuminated by thousands of street lamps and tiny shops. Just as always, a cigarette wiggled between his shivering lips.
Because he couldn't write music since his mind was blank, he decided to take a walk. He strolled on and on without a destination.
His eyes were glued to the ground with his hands were buried in his pockets, watching the way his Timberlands advanced forwards. At some point, he realised that he had found himself in a completely unfamiliar apartment complex.
Yoongi was about to leave, however, before he could, he noticed a woman. The woman was probably somewhere in her early fifties, wearing a comfortable pink, long-sleeved dress with on top only a black quilted gilet.
Vulnerable to the cold, the woman shivered. Nevertheless, she looked very unwilling to back inside (supposedly) her flower shop.
'Ma'am?' Yoongi walked up to her, speaking gently. The woman turned to look at him questioningly with a benignsmile.
'Aren't you cold?' he asked, his eyebrows knitting in concern. She chuckled, nodding slightly. 'I assume this is your shop, why don't you step in?'
'Well, I am actually waiting for my husband. I am also hoping for some customers. Our business hasn't been doing well this month...'
The corners of the woman's lips turned upside down. 'I don't really want my husband to drag all the flowers inside by himself.'
'I'll help you,' Yoongi offered kindly since he had nothing better to do anyway. 'I'll buy flowers too, the most expensive ones.'
The woman laughed and raised her brows, almost as if challenging Yoongi.
'Are you sure? Our most expensive bouquet, we have more expensive ones but due to how the business has been doing lately they are unavailable, consists of thirty red roses and is about 50,000 won.'
He was nowhere near being rich, but from time to time, wasn't it okay to be a little careless with money? Plus, it was to help someone, and hence, Yoongi smiled and gave her a nod.
