•The Ghost of Flowers• {[Nomin]}

✨🌸 Chapter 70 🌸✨

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"Taeyong, what is it? It's almost 10pm," Jaehyun said when he was let into the house, already looking tired out of his mind. But that didn't stop him when he received a frantic call from a very frightened sounding boyfriend.

Taeyong looked up to him with worried eyes, the pink haired matching the look and glancing over to Jaemin and Jeno sitting on the couch while staring into space. He then raised an eyebrow as the other sighed.

"You might want to sit down for this."

So the pink haired did just that and sat on the couch in between the two already sat there, looking at the redhead who also made his way and stood in the middle of the living room, locking eyes with Jaehyun's.

"Well..."

Taeyong was sat at the cash register, looking at the time and sighing. It was almost time to leave, have a half hour of rest, and start his next shift at the exact place he was at. He got up with a huff and walked into the back, sorting some of the shipment they got earlier that day. And of course, the other workers left it all for Taeyong to handle.

Guess that's what he gets for putting his all into everything he does.

The little bell on the door chimed like a little fairy flying, but the sound made the redhead feel more dreadful than peaceful. He dropped his sorting and walked back to the counter, tapping his foot as he sat back into his seat.

His eyes glanced around and he couldn't see anyone at first, until some yellow hair poked above one of the isles. Taeyong shifted and tapped his fingers, not looking at the customer until he felt a weird feeling forming in his gut.

Yellow hair... where has he seen someone with that hair color recently?

Finally, the customer moved from out behind the isle and Taeyong temporarily looked away to respect the person, but his attention was quickly grabbed when a can of sprite was slammed onto the counter.

He glanced at the can then up to the person, seeing a very unnerving look on his face. Taeyong scrunched his eyebrows, thinking this person looked very familiar by now.

"Hello, Taeyong," he said, the name rolling of his tongue like venom, "I can tell by the look on your face that you remember me... hah... just like that fool Hendery."

After he spoke those words, it didn't take Taeyong long to figure out that this was the boy in the middle of the street with the trio. He was the one they claimed got his memories and power back. What exactly did he want with him?

"I assume you haven't seen Jisung in a while, being too busy at work and all... but I'm sure he's fine," the boy smiled toothily but his eyes stayed flat, not smiling with his expression at all.