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Half a year has passed since Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun separated from their relationship on probation. During this time, the wild puma has become a downright tame house kitten, who wants nothing more than...
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"We even have a reserved seat!" grinned Beomgyu victoriously. "In your name!"
You couldn't help but notice how jittery he was, for he too hadn't seen the Kang in a long time. Yeonjun's current state was not to be spoken of at all, for his head was completely blank. All he could think about was seeing his former lover again.
Would he be conciliatory, after so long?
Or would he not talk to him?
How had he been for the past few months, was he also in such great grief?
Yeonjun sighed miserably as he sat down with Beomgyu at the reserved table. Immediately, the latter spread his arms as if he were the king of the evening.
"Now, I'm ready!" Beomgyu grinned.
Yeonjun, who was sitting on one of the armchairs, reached for the drink menu that had the name of the establishment on it. "Myosotis," he whispered to himself, unable to help a smirk. Because of his knowledge of flowers, he knew that was the Latin term for the forget-me-not.
A flower he had associated himself with for years.
He had also told Taehyun this.
Had told him how much he loved flowers for their meanings. A tender and loving goodbye with the hope of seeing him again.
Was this the night he would finally see Taehyun again?
"Now lighten up, Yeonjun," Beomgyu grumbled, eyeing his buddy scrutinizingly, "you look like today is your death anniversary."
A weak laugh escaped Yeonjun's lips. "To be honest, I feel the same way."
A pained slap was given by Beomgyu on the pink-haired man's thigh. "Get a grip, you're Choi Yeonjun!"
The one addressed nodded silently, rubbing his sore spot, while the younger one merely shook his head. "When I remember that you got on my nerves at the beginning with your detached behavior, I really can't believe that the same person is sitting in front of me."
Suddenly, the two were interrupted by a third person.
A young man with hair as dark as chocolate. He wore a black, thin sweater and a brown coat over it.
