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Fuma never thought he’d spend so much time thinking about flowers. But he’s dedicated several hours over the last month reading everything he can about the language of flowers, sometimes coming up with contradictory answers and having to double check sources. But he knows that, depending on the number, sunflowers can be a declaration of love or a marriage proposal. But sunflowers don’t really feel right. Pink Camellia for a gentle love, a subtle beauty, but the way they break off the stem can carry a darker meaning. But that’s no good either, there’s nothing subtle about K. Of course, white flowers was the first thought Fuma had, but none of those seemed good either. White Lily for innocence (yeah right). The White Plum flower for a dignified (and predictable) gift. Pretty, but not what Fuma is going for.
“What about roses? Isn’t that the best?” Harua’s voice startles Fuma. He was so lost in his thoughts as he scrolled through his phone, looking at endless photos of flowers, that he didn’t notice Harua was in the living room with him, let alone standing right behind him, looking over his shoulder. Embarrassed, Fuma hastily puts his phone facedown in his lap.
“Don’t be like that.” Harua laughs and rests his chin on Fuma’s head, playfully draping his arms around his neck. “You’re getting flowers for K-hyung, right? So sweet. I wish someone would give me flowers.” Harua sighs dramatically as Yuma enters the room.
“Well I wish someone had given me chocolates last month, but no one did. Isn’t that sooooo sad?” Yuma pulls Harua off of Fuma, making Harua whine. “I bet K-hyung would like something dramatic. Like roses.”
Harua whines again and pokes Yuma’s side. “I already said that! You can’t take credit for that, it was my idea first.”
Yuma grabs Harua’s face, playfully squeezing his cheeks so that his lips are pursed. “Okay, okay. You can have the credit. Baby.” Harua glares at him, but before he can say anything Yuma is silencing him with a quick kiss. “Better than flowers, right?”
Fuma laughs and starts to stand up. “Should I give you two some privacy?”
Harua pushes Yuma away and roughly wipes his lips, his face noticeably red. “Ew, no! I want to help with the flowers!”
Shaking his head, Fuma puts his phone in his pocket. “It’s fine. I already know what I’m getting. I just wanted to be sure. Thanks, though.” He ruffles Harua’s hair as he leaves the room, knowing that he most certainly does want to spend some time alone with Yuma, even if he isn’t ready to admit it.
Honestly, Fuma knew what he wanted to get a month ago, but it just feels…like a lot. After he read what it means. Is it too much maybe? It’s silly to be questioning this now, but there’s always a little uncertainty. Right? You never know how the other person will respond. Even if you spend all your time with them (which he doesn’t) and even if you think you know everything about them (which he doesn’t) you never really, truly know what they’re thinking. He supposes he’ll never stop feeling a little anxious about that. There will always be a part of K he can’t know. That’s okay. But….
What Fuma is sure of is how he feels, and what he wants to communicate, so that only leaves him one choice. It might be the most obvious one, but that doesn’t make it wrong. Checking his phone one more time before he goes to bed, he sets tomorrow’s alarm for a little earlier than usual.
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K feels something soft and warm on his cheek. He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that it’s Fuma kissing him, gently trying to wake him.
“Time…?” K’s voice is raspy and low. He assumes Fuma is here to drag him out of bed, to carry him off to the studio for more practice. Or recording? He can’t remember what’s on the schedule right now.
“Time to kiss your boyfriend.” Fuma kisses K’s lips this time, softly.
Curious now, K opens his eyes. There’s a faint glow of light filling the room, the sun slowly rising outside, only some of its rays showing through the small opening in the curtains. Fuma is sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to the window, framing his silhouette in a warm glow.
“Are you an angel?” K laughs as his eyes slowly adjust to the light.
“That’s my line.” Fuma sounds deadly serious as he says this. Which just makes K laugh more.
“Fuma, are you trying to seduce me first thing in the morning? Oh my….” K leans forward and grabs Fuma’s waist, trying to pull him down onto the bed, or on top of him, both would be fine. But as he does this, he realizes Fuma is holding something behind his back with one hand.
“Hm? What’s that?” It feels like plastic maybe?
Instead of K pulling Fuma down, Fuma pulls K up so that he’s sitting upright, his arms still wrapped around Fuma’s waist. Without saying anything, Fuma reveals what he’s holding. It’s a single red rose, in clear plastic wrapping to protect it, with a white ribbon tied in a bow around the stem. K isn’t sure what he’s looking at for a moment. Why is Fuma….
“It’s March 14th. So, as a thank you, for the chocolates. Is this…okay?” Fuma sounds a little nervous, so K wastes no time relieving him of this strain. He takes the rose from him and smiles.
“Of course, it’s perfect. Thank you. Not that you had to, I mean, I wasn’t expecting anything.” K inspects the rose. It might just be a single flower, but it feels like a dozen or more. There are several layers of voluminous petals, not a blemish to be seen, and K can smell its slightly sweet aroma. “It’s beautiful.”
K hears Fuma release a small sigh, almost like he was holding in his breath until now.
“You’re beautiful.” Fuma is looking at K with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on K’s. “Do you know…do you know what a single rose is? Like, what they say that it means?”
Honestly, K has no idea. “Um…love, maybe? That you’re passionately in love with me and want to cover me in kisses?” K laughs, feeling a little nervous now for some reason. The way Fuma is looking at him is so….
“Well, yes. That. But also…” Fuma pauses here for a moment, seemingly unsure if he should proceed.
“Also what? Don’t leave me hanging.” K smiles and takes Fuma’s hand, squeezing it gently to reassure him.
“Also, love at first sight. I think…I know, it was, for me. That first day. The first time I saw you.”
K is speechless. He holds Fuma’s gaze as long as he can, then his eyes drift to the rose again. He inspects its petals, one by one, as if he expects them to have some kind of written message on them.
“Too intense?” Fuma shifts his weight a bit, pulling his hand away and putting a little distance between them on the bed.
K’s eyes are back on Fuma in an instant, but Fuma is looking away now, at the wall, or at nothing in particular. K sets the rose down, gently, on his bedside table. Then he reaches out and softly guides Fuma’s face with his hand so that he’s looking at him again.
“No, of course not. I was just wondering what I did that first day to make you fall for me. I want to make sure I keep doing it.” K leans forward to kiss Fuma’s lips, wrapping his arms around his neck. “I love you, too. Always. And more every day.”
Fuma smiles and kisses K on the forehead. “Good.”
K pulls his body closer to Fuma. “Do we have time?” He looks at Fuma, expectantly.
Fuma answers K with a kiss, pushing him down and back onto the bed. K lets Fuma take the lead, happy to be spoiled first thing in the morning. What a wonderful way to start the day.