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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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It was incredibly difficult for Choi Yeonjun to concentrate at work. Since the weekend, he couldn't think of anything else, and the breakup with Taehyun also kept him thinking. It was awful to know that you hurt people without meaning to. That you couldn't make everyone happy and content. Whenever he saw tulips, it reminded him of the Kang and his words.
That it was merely fascination and never love.
And maybe he was right, maybe it really was the attraction that had brought them together. Maybe it was the idea of how beautiful a working relationship would be, but that it could also be lined with potential problems. And Taehyun and Yeonjun's relationship was often plagued with problems, some more difficult than others. Still, the 26-year-old stood at his usual workstation tying a bouquet of flowers, but his thoughts were elsewhere. About a month ago, Johnny had breezed in the door with this order, and thus the matter with Taehyun had begun again.
The bouquet that saved a lot.
Flowers, with so many meanings ...
And it was the single daisy that he fished out from among the flowers lying on the table, twisting it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
A lovely, simple flower with a really beautiful meaning.
Many people knew this simple flower, also called a dimensional flower, found in wide meadows in the sun, plucked off the leaves in turn: he loves me, he loves me not.
Until not a single leaf remained and only the head of the small flower was left.
"Life's longing for itself," Yeonjun whispered the meaning of the dainty white-yellow flower and was eyed by his work colleague Sungchan.
Innocence, truth, joy of life and strength of will.
All of these suited Beomgyu.
"Are you writing a book about the meaning of flowers lately?" asked Sungchan, who had been eyeing him for a while, nodding in the direction of the delicate daisy. "Better watch our decorations, they're fragile."
