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❀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʟʟɪᴀs [longing for you]
“hyung... it’s 2AM... go to sleep,” minho whined as he shoved at chan’s desk.
chan’s forced his eyes to stay on his laptop, “go sleep then, min. i’m almost done with this essay.”
the disappointed sigh from minho was purposefully loud. he raised his eyebrows at the younger who had sprawled on the other half of their dining table.
“i’ll just wait here for you to finish,” minho explained, hiding a yawn behind his palm.
chan’s chest felt warm, “it’s alright, min. just go get some rest. you’ve had a long day.”
minho snorted slightly, “so did you, hyung.”
chan was tempted to send another retort back, but the side eye minho was sending him made him shut his mouth. he just shook his head in response and returned to his essay. he never hated japanese more than at that moment. why were there so many letters?
as chan typed his conclusion out, he caught a glimpse of minho completely knocked out on the dinner table. the younger’s hair fell around his face gently, as his even breathing pushed them out of his features. despite having half his face pressed against the marble tabletop, he still managed to look like a greek god.
he couldn’t resist; his hands reached for his phone naturally, silently snapping a few pictures of minho. no words could ever describe his ethereal features. he just had to make do with the little photos he had.
chan sighed softly as he got out of his seat. the least he could do for minho was carry him to bed. the younger really deserved a good night’s rest. he had been at dance practice preparing for his competition the whole day.
chan gently lifted minho’s head off the table, afraid he would wake up at the slightest movements. once minho was sat up, he looped his arms around his knees and on his lower back, carrying him from their dining room to his room.
minho’s bedsheets were a soft pink today. it really matched his blue silk pyjama well. chan could feel himself softening, melting, as he tucked the younger under the blankets, fingertips brushing away his fringe gently.
suddenly, chan could feel the familiar tingle in his chest. cursing under his breath, chan stepped away from the bed quickly. at the doorframe, he sparred minho one more glance, one more glance he promised himself, before heading back to his laptop.
it couldn’t have been more than an hour.
“go to bed first, min,” chan pushed lightly at the figure hovering over his work desk.
minho pouted slightly, shaking his head.
chan already felt his eyes droop, “i’m not tired yet, i still have some stuff to finish.”
minho started whining, “but hyung... the room will be so quiet... so cold... please cuddle me to sleep. hugs, channie! come on, hyung!”
“oh. i- wait. are you trying to tempt me into healthy sleeping patterns?” chan’s eyes narrowed.
“is it working?” there it is. minho’s signature smirk.
chan sighed as he shut down his laptop, “unfortunately, yes. fine, you little baby, let’s go to bed.”
minho cheered softly before a yawn took over his celebrations. chan could feel the corner of his lips tug upwards though he tried to force it back down. this was unfair. minho was extra adorable with his unkempt hair and arms wrapped around his pillow.
it was times like this that chan regretted agreeing to room with minho in college. when his chest filled with pretty little flowers. because he could never say no to minho. even when the roots dug into his lungs.
chan could feel a cough tickling in his throat, eyes tearing up slightly with the force he was using to suppress the cough.
“chan hyung! look, you’re so tired you’re tearing. let’s go to sleep,” minho began tugging at his hoodie sleeve towards his bedroom.
the tickling in his throat only intensified, “wait min. i haven’t brushed my teeth. i’ll join you soon, i promise.”
minho’s response was a small squeeze of his hand before he headed to the bedroom himself.
chan immediately dashed for the washroom, locking the door behind him as his entire body wrecked with coughs. his palm filled with pink camellias as he muffled the choking noises with his hands.
his feet were puddled with a soft pink, fresh petals scattered all around them. it would have been beautiful, minho would have loved them. if only they didn’t come from the plant growing in chan’s lungs.
tears streamed down his face as he fought to keep breathing through the dry, scratchy pain. why did it feel like this every time? for a moment, he could no longer tell if the tears were from the pain in his throat.
“hyung? hyung? are you okay? are you coughing?” minho was knocking on the door outside.
shit. chan scrambled to flush the petals down the toilet once his coughing came to a stop. he washed his hands swiftly as he opened the door for minho.
minho’s forehead was creased with worry as he reached for chan.
“i’m fine, min. i just choked on water while rinsing my mouth,” chan forced a laugh.
he could sense reluctance from minho, as if the younger didn’t believe in his story.
“min, don’t worry about it. you know i always choke on water when i watch youtube while brushing my teeth.”
the familiar teasing smile immediately appeared on minho’s face, “i forgot how clumsy you are.”
chan nodded along, leaning his body on minho as he pushed them towards the younger’s bedroom.
he heard the ‘click’ of the night lamp switch as the younger turned back to face him. his arms wrapped around chan’s waist easily, naturally, as he tucked chan into the crook of his neck.
“hyung, did you change your soap? you smell... kinda like flowers today?” minho’s voice broke the silence.
chan felt his body tense, “ah. must just be the weather, min. you know how all the cherry blossoms bloomed lately, it’s probably just our- your room.”
minho hummed softly, nodding against his head. chan relaxed slightly as minho didn’t question further.
chan knew the telltale signs that minho was asleep by heart. his breathing evened out and the constant frown on his face disappeared. he just looked like a beautiful prince, unbothered by the troubles of the world.
it felt like the airway in his throat constricted for a moment, and he was worried he would be sent into another fit right in minho’s arms.
would there come a day where chan was able to tell minho the truth? that he loved minho since they were sixteen. that he loved minho so much, he’d bring the moon if he asked for it. that he loved minho so much, whole flowers were growing in his chest, killing him every day.
❀ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍs [unrequited love]
“hyung, dont ignore me. who’s ‘never-ending story’ about? hyung,” minho tugged at his hoodie.
chan groaned as he hid his face in his palms. he could feel the heat rushing from his cheeks all the way to the tip of his ears. he couldn’t even imagine how pink he must be.
han jisung. that’s the little rascal he would kill tomorrow.
the younger rapper had shown minho the new song chan had written. and minho swore to the heavens and back, since chan had written a love song, chan had a crush on someone.
someone that wasn’t minho at least. because the younger incessantly prodded chan from the studio all the way back to their dorm. his ears were ringing from the “who is it?” pouring out from minho’s mouth.
he should be lucky chan was not only patient, but in love with minho’s gentle voice. even if it was borderline screeching into his ears.
“chan hyung. come on. who is it? is it someone i know?”
chan rubbed his hands over his face. the temptation to tell minho the truth was overwhelming. to scream out of frustration, that he was actually dying because of minho. because of his never-ending love for him.
minho pushed himself even closer, “come on, hyung. who is it?? just saying, i’m pretty sure the last person you liked was me. when we were sixteen. i didn’t even know you had a crush after that.”
chan felt his heart stop for a moment, “what?”
minho rolled his eyes, “don’t you remember? you literally told me, after you got over me, which is really stupid, that you liked me for a year back then.”
chan felt a laugh bubbling up to the surface. he couldn’t tell if it was out of genuine humour or a bittersweet one. right. he had “gotten over” minho. temporarily. and by that he meant, he stopped talking to minho being the sheer embarrassment that he became around him. and threw himself into school work. which, sure, he did forget he liked minho for a while after that.
“min. it’s not like you’ve told me when you crushed on anyone either,” chan shoved the younger away playfully.
something twisted sharply in his chest.
minho rolled his eyes, “i don’t think i’ve crushed on anyone though.”
“oh.”
it was only habit that chan immediately scrunched an innocent smile onto his face.
“why though,” he added a laugh.
minho shrugged, “i don’t know. i’ve just never really felt the urge that this one person is the one. even if i did have feelings for anyone, it dissipates fast since it’s just physical attraction.
“i guess it differs for everyone. but i’d assume if i fell in love, it’d just click.”
chan felt like his chest would explode. whether it was from his racing heart or the sudden blooming flowers, he wouldn’t know. and he didn’t care to find out.
because all he knew was that he would never stand a chance with minho. he’d known minho for seven years now. by minho’s take on love, if he were to fall for chan, he would’ve already done so. which meant that chan would never get his feelings reciprocated.
“hyung? did you space out on me?” minho poked at the elder.
chan wrangled a grin into his face, “no. i was just thinking that your way of thinking is really sweet. i guess for me, it’s just this indescribable feeling in my gut. in my chest too, probably. and i can see a future with this person, he’d probably make me want to stay.”
“you’re so cringey, hyung,” minho’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
chan huffed, “yeah well. i just think that true love is selflessness and vulnerability. it’s thinking of the other person in everything. if i wanted to buy food, i’d consider the other person no matter what. i’d rethink my future just to have him in it.”
minho’s mouth opened, as if about to send another remark his way. but their apartment door slammed open, and the devil in the form of han jisung pranced in.
“hi, hyungs,” his voice was so artificially sweet.
chan immediately shot out of his seat, arms reaching forward the smaller boy.
“i will kill you myself, han jisung!”
whether they were out of enjoyment or fear, laughter and screams echoed around their apartment as chan ran after jisung.
jisung reached for minho, hiding behind his taller frame, “hyung! protect me from chan hyung.”
minho stepped aside, arms crossed over his chest teasingly.
“hyung! how could you abandon me? i’m your soulmate! you said that yourself,” jisung pouted as his threw his entire body weight onto minho.
chan froze in his step. minho... jisung... soulmate? minho liked jisung? what minho said... was he describing jisung?
the tickling in his throat began again. it made him nauseous. except what was clawing up his throat wasn’t bile, but forceful petals that refused to be subdued.
chan cleared his throat harshly, “shit. seeing jisung just reminded me. i think i left something at brian hyung’s studio.”
chan rushed out the door, left hand thrown over his mouth to prevent any petals from escaping.
the run to brian’s studio was shorter than he expected, maybe because he actually dashed there in full sprint. it’d be okay, brian hyung always kept painkillers in his studio for this exact purpose.
his hyung had found out about his condition when they were writing a song together one day. and the lyrics reminded him too much of minho.
back then, the flowers that spilled past his lips were camellias. today, they were cherry blossoms that dusted brian’s studio floor.
his throat forced the painful petals out his lips, pushing until his face was tear-streaked and sobs were echoing in the small room.
“chan... sweetheart, please actually think about getting the surgery,” his hyung knelt next to his shaking body, not minding the mess he made at all.
chan shook his head determined, “i can’t, hyung. you know that. i’d forget minho. and that’s seven years of my life.”
he could see brian’s eyes soften, “but this. it’ll kill you one day. you’re getting worse and you know it. the flowers aren’t even the same anymore.”
he didn’t think brian would notice.
“i... i don’t know, hyung,” his voice trembled.
“chan... just. think-“
“hey hyung! jisung said chan hyung was going to swing by but did he act-“ they forgot to lock the door.
“chan hyung!” changbin.
this would not go well.
“is this... wait hyung. woah. is... are you... okay?” if this was a different situation, chan would laugh at the rapper’s inability to form coherent sentences.
chan sighed as he turned to face changbin. should he lie to him? could he?
“is this... because of minho hyung?”
was he so obvious? that everyone except the man himself had already caught on.
he nodded reluctantly.
“but... but minho hyung has loved you for ages?” a harsh hiss from brian, though, and he immediately shut up.
there was no way false hope could do chan any good.
but all chan responded was, “he doesn’t, bin. and it doesn’t matter. just please, please don’t tell him. or anyone.”
he could see changbin ready to protest, his body tense as he eyed the pink scattered all over the studio. but with chan’s teary eyes, changbin could only nod reluctantly.
changbin always kept his word, all would be alright. chan slumped against the little couch in the room, heaving in as much oxygen as he could.
the room was silent, save for chan’s breathing. and he could feel the other two producers’ pitiful gaze on him as he popped brian’s painkillers. he knew they wanted to say something, but he honestly couldn’t bear to hear it. not when the flowers were just viciously ripped from his chest.
the pink should be beautiful. just like he told minho last night, spring was here and they were blooming. they should be decorating the gardens prettily, bringing people joy. yet, they were withering on the hard wood, only bring pain to those around him.
❀ ᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴs [i’ll never forget you]
it had only been a month since his big epiphany that minho would never love him back. but since then, his condition only steadily worsened.
changbin hadn’t said a thing to minho, instead, frequently declaring breaks during their producing sessions. chan could only give a weak smile of gratitude, as the cold sweat run down his spine. his chest tightened more frequently nowadays. were more stalks growing? they only served to torture chan.
meanwhile, brian hyung had taken to texting different referrals to him every day. doctors who specialised in hanahaki treatment. who had high survival rates, whose patients lived, but missed an important piece of themselves.
“please consider opting for the surgery, chan.” was the first thing he woke up to every day.
he appreciated it, really. the thought that his hyung continued to care for him even into adulthood. because, clearly, even then, he still couldn’t care for himself.
but he couldn’t afford to forget minho. with minho, came his childhood. how could he forget every afternoon over seven years? how could he forget every strawberry ice cream he had eaten? how could he forget every anime that he had watched? just because he had only started doing any of this because of minho.
but more importantly, how could he forget minho? how could he forget the way he blinks slowly when he’s trying to suppress his emotions? how could he forget what each of his smiles meant? how could he forget the arms that wrapped around him to drag him to sleep? how could he, willingly and knowingly, throw away the love he had for minho?
yet, his body screamed at him, that he could and should forget minho. because minho not only dug his way into his life back then, but also planted treacherous flowers in his lungs. and brian was sure to remind him of that, even if he could ignore the stabbing pain every time he looked at minho.
as if to prove its point, his body shook with a fresh round of coughing. it had only been an hour since the last one, chan barely had time to breathe.
and once more, the flowers changed. the pink carnations scattered around his body, paper-like petals littered over his clothes and the floor. he stumbled quickly into the shower, he didn’t feel like having to pick up every single one slowly today.
it was only when he started coughing blood, that he considered brian’s suggestion. when he was slumped over, back pressed against the cool shower glass, watching the pink petals stained blood red as they ran down the drain. his heavy limbs only allowed him to speed dial brian before they succumbed.
‘thank god minho’s out practicing for his competition,’ chan’s eyelids closed as the stars on the shower wall became too many to count.
the next time he blinked his eyes open, the white walls were no longer dotted with stars. but instead, they were unfamiliar, and patterned with an uncomfortable beeping noise.
ah shit. brian hyung must’ve hospitalised him.
chan forced his body into a sitting position, as the door burst open roughly.
“okay. that’s it, chan. get the surgery, please. you’ll actually die at this rate!” brian’s voice broke as his eyes welled up with tears.
chan nodded softly, “just. hyung, please. give me two days okay. let me think about it.”
he could see the anger swirling in his hyung’s eyes, but the elder just kept his mouth shut as he allowed the doctor to walk in.
“mr bang-ssi. i’m sure you are aware that you’ve caught the hanahaki disease,” as if he would be unable to know, “as mr kang mentioned, we strongly encourage you to take up the surgery.”
surgery. surgery. surgery.
memory. memory. memory.
minho. just the thought of his name sent chan fighting another round of violent coughs. seemingly prepared, the doctor, whose name he has yet to learn, stretched a bucket forward. chan gripped the handles tightly, head spinning from the intensity this time.
the flowers were no longer beautiful. they were no longer a pretty pink, no longer the innocence that chan’s love for minho had always been. now, they were stained a deep red, losing their natural fragrance. his love for minho was tainted. how could he imagine a future with minho when he didn’t have a future anymore?
“okay... i’ll... i will do the surgery. just... not this week, please,” he had to watch minho’s competition first.
the doctor smiled, pleased, as he jotted down chan’s request for surgery. he could hear the sigh of relief from brian as he slumped down on the plastic chair.
forget. minho.
and that was somehow more terrifying than the metal taste coating his tongue.
❀ ʀᴏsᴇs [please believe me]
“chan!” minho was sprinting into his room, hair still damp from practice.
but as soon as minho’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears, chan was sent into cardiac arrest. and minho was immediately pushed out of the room.
chan didn’t know what he was supposed to feel, he just knew it was a sudden jab at his chest. before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
when he was conscious, he quickly realised he couldn’t move. his face was weighted down by what was probably an oxygen mask, and even then his eyes refused to open.
yet, he could hear minho whispering by his bedside.
“channie... why didn’t you say anything?” minho’s sobs felt like sharper stabs to his chest than the heart attack.
“who did you love so much that you ruined yourself like this?” you.
“i wish... i. i wish i told you i love you earlier. maybe we could’ve been something. and you wouldn’t have fallen for someone who could hurt you like this. but i was too scared, still am.”
chan twitched.
minho immediately yelped and he ran for the nurses station. he could vaguely hear the joy in minho’s voice as he announced that chan moved.
and then the room was silent.
did he hear minho right? was he dreaming?
“the nurses said unconscious patients twitch all the time,” he could almost see minho pouting angrily.
“chan... you know what day it is? it’s 18 march, my competition starts in ten minutes,” minho could only whisper, as if the truth was too frightening to say out loud.
chan could feel his nerves bouncing minutely. what was minho doing here? the dancer had been practicing for this very day for months now. he had to be dreaming this minho. there was no way the dancer was missing his own performance.
“i... i just can’t bring myself to go, channie hyung. and you promised you’d be there... but you won’t be. and. i just. i don’t want to dance a dance that was meant for you, if you’re not even going to be there,” minho’s grip on his hand tightened.
wait. what?
there was no way this minho was real. he had to be dreaming, his mind conjuring up a minho he wanted. one that reciprocated his feelings.
he could feel the familiar feeling in his chest as another wave of petals forced their way out his throat. at least his body had woken up.
his eyes were forced open as he ripped his oxygen mask off. the coughs were more painful than ever, and he could see a stunned minho moving to get the bucket for him.
he would’ve been dehydrated by now, if he wasn’t connected to IV fluid. the tears streaming down his face yet again as flowers scratched their way up his throat.
after a painfully long ten minutes, the bucket only contained two whole stalks, stained with blood red.
“chan...” minho could barely squeeze out his name.
chan shut his eyes tightly, hands tightening around the bucket. hearing minho’s voice was making him rethink his decision. and he couldn’t do that, he would actually die.
“chan... please. who is it? i’ll find him for you, i promise. i’ll... i’ll force him to love you,” minho breathed out.
chan barely forced back a laughter. if only he knew, right?
chan croaked out, “that’s not how love works, min...”
“but you’re dying!” minho was sobbing now.
chan could feel his heart twist in his chest as he watched the younger boy fall onto the foot of his bed. minho’s face was pressed against the thin blanket, muffling his sobs as if chan wasn’t sitting there. it broke his heart.
chan forced out bitterly, “i’m getting the surgery, min. next monday. the doctors convinced me.”
minho’s hiccups slowed. he blinked wearily at chan’s stoic expression.
“are... are you sure? you’ll... you’ll forget the person right?” minho tilted his head to the side.
that was the problem, wasn’t it? after next monday, he would forget minho. everything that made him beautiful, he’d forget. he was throwing away the past seven years of memories, for the cost of his life.
“i... i have no choice... min,” chan’s smile was bittersweet.
minho shook his head, “can’t... can you... please just. i don’t know, hyung. i... find someone better then. more worthy of your love...”
both their accompanying laughs tinged with self-deprecation.
“min... it’s too late,” chan reached his hand out to stroke minho’s hair.
he could see the defiance glowing in minho’s eyes, but the younger surprisingly chose to kept quiet.
it didn’t even hurt, “hey min... go for your competition, okay? rush there. i’m sure they’ll still let you compete since you’re one of the later ones. i’ll get changbin to film you. please. you’ve practiced so hard.”
the younger’s happiness, minho’s chance at success, was more important than chan’s selfish ticking time bomb. for a moment his hand tightened around minho’s face, as if instinctively wanting every second with minho.
but he let go.
and teary-eyed minho agreed.
the dancer was silent as he grabbed his backpack. his feet suddenly heavier than before. it was the right thing to compete, but why did it feel like the worst thing to do? minho promised himself to stay till chan woke up, and he did. so why couldn’t he bring himself to leave?
“don’t... channie stay safe while i’m gone, okay? i’ll be back before you know it. make sure changbin films it for you.”
as soon as the door shut behind the dancer, chan’s face streaked with silent tears. there went three hours that he had left with minho.
his head turned back to the small window next to his bed, eyes looking to catch the silhouette of minho leaving the hospital. except, there on the little desk laid a single stalk of a pink rose.
for a moment, chan was tempted to throw it out the window. what stupid joke was that? he was dying from damn flowers already, and someone still sent him flowers.
but instead, his fingers reached for the rose, hands opening the card attached to it.
“channie hyung, please get well soon. let’s live a long and healthy life. i love you, minho.”
short and succinct. it was the most minho-style card he could’ve ever wanted. minho, was all he could’ve ever wanted, really.
❀ ʜʏᴅʀᴀɴɢᴇᴀs [my true feelings]
it wasn’t long before minho was bouncing into the hospital room again, grinning as he threw himself onto chan’s tiny bed.
“hyung. guess who won?”
it didn’t seem necessary to answer. minho’s eyes sparkled with pride and confidence, his front teeth happily peeking out from his grin.
“me! hyung, i won!” the room felt brighter than before.
chan gave his first genuine smile of the week, “i always knew you could do it, min! i’m so proud of you.”
minho scrambled to his side, hands gripping his phone tightly.
“i don’t trust changbin. here. here’s what hyunjin took for me,” minho seemed much calmer than before.
but chan knew something was off. minho’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. he was nervous. but why?
minho’s trembling finger clicked play, resting the phone on his thigh for both of them to watch.
as soon as the song started, chan could’ve sworn they both turned pink. this was not going great already, the song sounded way too sensual for them to be watching in the hospital.
his eyes trailed over the detailed movements of minho’s body. his gaze. his hands. it was so much, and not enough, at the same time.
love, that’s what minho’s choreography reminded him of.
but perhaps he should be more concerned about his rising heartbeat that was on display for all to see.
chan cleared his throat, “what’s the story behind the dance?”
minho turned to face chan, crossed legged so he was the same height as him.
minho grabbed chan’s fingers and began playing with them. that was his familiar nervous tick. but it didn’t matter, minho was always the braver one between the two of them.
“it’s... it’s about a love. one that’s so overwhelming, that it consumes you. it’s so much. but yet you’re still willing to give everything and anything to the one you love.”
fitting. chan hummed softly.
“hyung, i... i choreographed this... as my letter to you,” chan inhaled sharply, “you know i’m not good with words. and this might be a horrible time to be saying this.
“i love you, hyung. i... i just wished i could help you with what you’re going through now. but i’ll still be here after your surgery, if you’d give me a chance then.”
the weight in chan’s chest seemed to have lifted significantly. for once, the roots didn’t feel entrenching and sharp. the petals felt like a soft blossom in his chest rather than burdensome weights.
and chan’s coughing tore the silence apart. his eyes welled up with tears yet again as he choked out a new bouquet of flowers. but this time, they didn’t tear their way up his throat, they didn’t scratch roughly at his flesh. it felt like the tiny pink petals were simply drifting up and out his system.
but minho still flustered as he reached for the new bucket. one that filled with clean, baby pink hydrangeas quickly. his hand rubbed up and down chan’s back comfortingly. this might’ve been the least torturous coughing fit so far.
as chan heaved in breaths of air, minho stole a glance at the bucket. first, worried at what he would see inside.
“hyung... there’s. there’s no blood! you’re... are you getting better?” minho whispered softly, contrasting his wide eyes.
chan could only give a watery smile as he winced, “yeah... um... you see...” he scooped a bunch of petals into his hand, “i love you.”
minho sent the bucket flying on the floor.
“hyung, what are you saying?” his lips trembled.
chan inched closer to minho, “yeah... um. i’ve loved you since we were sixteen. i... i don’t think i ever really stopped. and... well... i’m sure you can see what happened.”
minho’s mouth was agape. his eyes swirled with shock, confusion and joy. but what stood out the most to chan was the tinge of guilt.
“min... it’s. whatever you’re thinking. it’s not your fault, okay? i love you, and i subjected myself to this,” chan gripped minho’s hands tightly.
minho only leaned forward, pressing his forehead against chan’s.
“i’m sorry for being oblivious all this while. i love you so much, channie. please get better so we can spend forever together,” minho’s cheeks dusted a light pink as he spoke.
the hydrangeas surrounding them glowed under the sunlight. hydrangeas. it seemed only fitting that his last stalk of uprooted flowers were hydrangeas.
❀ ᴘᴇᴏɴɪᴇs [i love you]
as chan’s pen slid across his discharge papers, he could hear the light footsteps of minho behind him. one of the younger’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist as he pressed his face into the nook of his neck.
“thank you, mr bang. stay happy and healthy,” the nurse smiled at the two of them before filing his papers away.
chan couldn’t stop the grin that creeped onto his face as he turned to face minho. he didn’t have to stop them anymore.
“flowers, channie,” a slight teasing lilt to his voice, “peonies.”
his hands were outstretched towards chan, in them, carrying a small bouquet of peonies.
“i love you too,” chan accepted the bouquet with a small kiss to minho’s lips.
“peonies also represent twelve years of marriage, you know.”
twelve years would never be enough to contain their overflowing love. a lifetime in itself wasn’t even good enough either. but they would just have to make do, together.
“i love you.” and no amount of flowers could do it justice.