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It was an average morning for Jibeom. He wakes up, eats his breakfast, brushes his teeth, and watches TV for a bit before heading out to go on his morning ride around the city. There was a certain route he recently took a liking to for the past month.
He would pass by the nearby cafe he often went to, then a library, a restaurant, and other such buildings, then he takes a turn to a street near his school. It was rather far from his own home, but it was worth it.
There, he would pass by a small white brick house with large, vertical windows at the end of the corner. It was a very pretty house, the front yard had a small garden filled with beautiful flowers where a boy with soft, curly, caramel-colored hair, would be watering the flowers. He’s taken a small interest in the boy, but he was too shy to stop by and talk to him or ask him out to get to know him. He didn’t even know his name, thus calling him “the cute flower boy” or “the cute boy”.
As he quickly glances at the boy before he was about to pass his house, he gets caught off guard by the sound of him giggling and accidentally loses control of his bike. The next thing he knew, he fell off his bike and onto the pavement and very nearly kissed the ground. He had steered onto the pole. He hears someone running to his aid. He looked up and it was the cute boy. How embarrassing!
“Hey, are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital?” the boy asks worriedly, crouching a little and reaching out his hand to help him get up.
He looks down at himself and finds scapes and little cuts on his knees and arm. It didn’t hurt that much as it was embarrassing. I mean, who wouldn’t be embarrassed if the first time you talk to a cute person was when you run into a pole?
“T-there’s no need for that,” he assures, his words stumbling as he takes the boy’s hands and gets up. The hands were smaller and more slender than his, but they felt so delicate and soft. It almost made him feel bad that he touched them. “I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”
“Well, may I please take care of your cuts and bleeding nose? I don’t want you leaving with such injuries,” the boy offers with a hint of worriedness still heard in his voice.
Jibeom brings his pointer finger to his upper lips and feels blood coming out of his nose. He uses the pinky to cover his nose and keeps it there and nods while he uses his other hand to pick his bicycle up off the ground and parks it in front of the flowers.
“Follow me,” the boy instructs and leads him to the front of his house and lets him sit down on a bench while he goes back inside.
The boy comes back fast with a box of tissues in his hands and gives it to Jibeom, but goes back inside the house to return with a first aid kid and rubbing alcohol on hand. He sits himself down on the bench before he opens the kit carefully and takes out a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol. He dips a cotton ball in the rubbing alcohol and then brings it to the cuts on his knees to apply it in the cuts which causes the other to hiss.
“Are you okay?” the boy asks, stopping the action immediately upon hearing the hiss.
“It’s fine, it just stung a bit,” Jibeom reassures. “You can continue.”
The boy nods and continues on with applying rubbing alcohol on the cuts and scrapes on his arms and knees. Jibeom couldn’t help but stare at him as he carefully does so. It was weird to stare at a stranger, yes, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.
The boy was very pretty. Well, he knew that before, but seeing him up close was a whole other thing. He had small eyes that seemed like they would sparkle when in joy, a cute button nose, a prominent Adam's apple, and rosy lips that looked soft that complimented his face. He had the face of an angel. He was not very tall, in fact, he was shorter than him, but he was slender and thin. It matched very well with his pretty face.
“And, it’s done,” the boy says, looking at Jibeom, effectively snapping out of his thoughts.
“Oh, thank you,” Jibeom tells him as he prepares to get up. “Uhm, may I get your name?”
“I’m Donghyun,” the boy- no- Donghyun answers as he puts the items back into the first aid.
“I’m Jibeom,” he introduces himself. “I know it’s probably not the right time to ask, but would you like to go to a cafe with me someday? It’s okay if you don’t.”
“I’d love to go to a cafe with you,” Donghyun smiles, causing Jibeom to slightly melt in the spot.
“Actually... I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for a few weeks now,” Donghyun confesses, fiddling his fingers while looking at the ground.
“Y-you have?” Jibeom asks in surprise.
“Yes,” Donghyun nods, still looking down on the ground. “I noticed you passing by my house for a while, and sometimes I would see your face and think you’re very handsome even if I’m only seeing you afar. I wanted to ask for your name, but I was too shy to.”
“I then noticed that you would steal glances at me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention, so I took it as a sign that maybe, just maybe, that you were interested in me, but was also too shy to talk,” he continues. “I kind of purposely started watering the plants every day just to see you in the mornings and hoping you would talk to me- oops, I’ve said too much. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jibeom was quick to assure, still trying to comprehend all that the smaller had said. “I’d really love to get to know you more. Are you free to go out this Saturday afternoon?”
“I’m free,” Donghyun quickly responds. “Uhm, we could walk there together if you’d like.”
“I’d love to,” Jibeom smiles, preparing to head off. “See you on Saturday!”
“Goodbye!” Donghyun waves as Jibeom heads back home.