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[11:57pm] "tell me about your mum."
you stood there, holding the bruised hand of your childhood best friend. he was the villain of the stage but the lover in your shadow. both outcasts in the hallways of seuli high school ; both popular, yet so alone. damaged kids raised by damaged families. maybe that's why you understood kyung like no other. you two had grown up through thick and thin, every little secret of kyung's stored in the nooks and crannies of your memories. every little secret except one; his mother.
baek kyung's usual sullen face turned into a confused one. with his thick eyebrows furrowed, he spoke up, "huh? you already know my mum, y/n."
you couldn't help but softly smile. was there ever a moment your grumpy little boyfriend wasn't frowning?
"no, kyungie. i know mrs. baek, not your mother . . not the one who warms you're silly heart." your words came off playful, although genuine. but baek kyung knew that, he knew you too well.
the gears moving in your boyfriend's head were practically visible in your eyes. he had his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. his rough palms felt sensational against the soft ones of your own. the countless times you had told him to moisturize, yet he found the slightest changes to be so hard - so you never pushed him.
"she loved flowers." he finally spoke up after moments of silence, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. "especially solidagos."
"solidagos?"
"goldenrods. she called them the mothers of florescence ; no matter how poor or drought the soil is, they'd accept it for it's condition and bloom. they forgive - just like a mother does to her child."
the glimpse of kyung's lip quivering caught your eye. you decided not to say anything, instead, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.
bending down, you delicately placed the bouquet of solidagos infront of the carved stone.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF, BAEK DOYEON.
"she'd be proud of you, kyung."