[hearing that made yoongi blush, his pulp cheeks turning bright red at the sound of jimin mentioning the word 'boyfriend']
soon after, the seven of them headed out to lunch. yoongi and jimin led the group, hand in hand and fingers interlocked as they giggled and nuzzled into each other's necks.
jeongguk couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his hyungs in love, it felt too surreal.
"excuse me for a moment," jeongguk huffed, brisk-walking to the bathroom in the restaurant. he was pale and uneasy looking, he thought he may have come down with a gastric from eating too little.
jeongguk stood there, grinning at himself in front of the bathroom mirror. his fists were shut closed, to avoid dropping his one and only gift. as he opened his palms, he whispered.
"no one has to know."
a gust of wind blew, spilling the contents in his hands onto the ground, as they slowly started to disintegrate. he bent down and picked them up gently, holding each soft, supple, orange flower petal in his palms. he got up, flushed them down the toilet and re-joined the feasting group.
at least yoongi-hyung is happy.
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"flowers of the season bloom and wither
blowing about like the beautiful flower petals that contain our dreams
even if it rains and it hurts
if you hold my hands don’t be afraid
our flower petal dreams will blow around"
♡flower garden♡
end.
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