twilight ;

– semi-au (?)

“how are you feeling?” 

“better,” ten replies, but the feel of the hospital gown and iv drip is uncomfortable, has him frowning a little and fidgeting in bed. “i mean, the medicine they give is disgusting but, other than that i’m okay.”

the younger boy takes a seat beside him, puling a chair close. ten watches and he wonders when they’d gotten this intimate, when this friendship of theirs had blossomed into this… this thing that even ten is unable to decipher.

“i brought you flowers,” jeongguk says and ten doesn’t miss the slight red tint that spreads across his cheeks.

“thank you,” he laughs, “but you do know that flowers aren’t allowed in here right?”

“i do,” the younger boy says and his face awkwardly twists into a half smile-half frown, eyes adorned with concern. “that’s what they told me the first five hundred times i tried to bring these in. but you like them… so i, yeah.”

ten laughs once more and nods, “you can place them over there,” he gestures to the white cabinet beside him, “and then sit here so we can talk.”

jeongguk does so, the tips of his ears red. it’s adorable and ten realizes then why perhaps once upon a time the girl he’d admired had fallen for someone like this, it isn’t too hard to figure out. 

“you don’t have to visit everyday you know,” ten finally says when jeongguk returns and his eyes shift downwards slightly, land on his fingers and the needle poked into his vein. “i’ll be fine. discharged before you know it.”

when jeongguk doesn’t reply ten presses on, shifts in the bed despite the pain that surges through his back, he winces only slightly. “you don’t … you don’t have to feel guilty about this guk,” he says, “we couldn’t see the lorry coming and –”

“stop,” jeongguk cuts in, “just stop. please.”

“jeongguk, this isn’t your fault. you don’t have to come here everyday with flowers anymore, i’m fine. it was one tiny mistake and nobody got hurt in that accident –”

“nobody got hurt?” and finally he has jeongguk looking at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glazed over with tears. “ten you’re in the goddamn fucking hospital – you’ve been here for almost a week!”

okay true. “but i’m alive,” he replies weakly.

the last thing he’d want was for jeongguk to feel guilty, to attempt to buy him flowers because of an accident that the of them were involved in. it had been a simple friday night and somehow ten had bugged jeongguk enough to do him a favour and drive him across town – the lorry had come out of nowhere, had surprised the two of them. but jeongguk had reacted quickly, swerved the van. the accident would have been even more bloody had it not been for jeongguk’s quick reflexes. 

“you still have work to do jeongguk, you don’t have to waste your time –”

“i’m not wasting my time – fuck, ten – can’t you see that i’m trying?” he snaps and his breaths are shaky. “i’m trying to use my time wisely! i’m trying to spend it all with you.”

silence falls between the two of them for a moment and ten can only stare, lips parted in confusion. “what?” he finally asks, “what do you mean?”

“just,” jeongguk sighs, “i thought i almost lost you and my heart fell out of my own fucking chest – and then i realized that maybe – that maybe all this time it was you that i … forget it.”

ten doesn’t reply, his eyes are wide and it takes him even longer for the shock to settle in, the medicine beginning to take on it’s effect. “okay,” is all he says, “alright.”

“alright?” jeongguk turns to him, voice a little softer.

“yeah,” he finally says. “just, i’m going to take a nap okay? i’m getting drowsy and i… don’t go?”

“i won’t,” jeongguk replies, “i’ll be here until they chase me out again.”

–– set in the future.

it’s tiring seeing her like this, not so much because it happens so often but because ten knows he’s unable to do anything about it. “you deserve better,” those three words stuck at the edge of his tongue, words that he wished so hard for her to hear to listen to. 

but it was always the other way around, ten would listen to her as she spoke, try his hardest not to get lost in her eyes because the last thing he’d want was to fall again. but nayeon was so good at this (so good at tripping ten over and over again without knowing) and ten would probably always be a fool for her. 

@hmxhaein

it’s a little awkward really and ten’s not too sure why. he’s tried everything to get along with her, has watched her from the corner of his eye in the most subtle of ways, tried to initiate conversation about the flowers hell –– even the weather in order to have a good ol’ conversation but it never really works out and he’s not too sure why.

in every sense of the word, ten is oblivious to things that involve him. sure he knows a fair amount about the crushes running through the towns; who likes who and who hates who and who has been lowkey cheating on who. and maybe it’s because he’s so into all this gossip and because people tend to come to him so much that ten finds it important that he’s... likeable. or something of that sort. the last thing he’d want was to have the daughter of the owner of the flower shop he worked at disliking him for god knows what reason. 

he puckers his lips a little like a child, oh well, he thinks, he’ll try again next time. haein is a nice person, ten is sure of that, she’s just unreadable and ten, an idiot. 

with a little sigh escaping his lips, he focuses on the task at hand. the pot he’s carrying is rather heavy ( ‘i’ll take care of this!’ he had said, trying to be as gentleman-like as possible ) but truth be told he was struggling, shaking a little as he carried it.

he splutters at her words, eyes widening but it’s not soon after that a laugh breaks across his lips and he’s smiling at her. dream big, he’d always thought and as crazy as running away to germany sounded it didn’t exactly sound impossible as well. “germany,” he begins, and it’s hard for him to fight off the smile on his face. “i heard the weather there is nice,” he says and he turns to her, resting his chin against his palm. “and that the people there are nice too.”

@hmchaewon

it’s odd. he had brushed it off as a coincidence at first, these flowers left randomly by the flower shop and then by the entrance of the store and then at places around yongdam he’d usually hang around on his break. ten has never been very observant, the only thing he ever really truly paid attention to was the growth of his flowers and the small garden at his home.

but the flowers –– these odd bunches that would come as though specifically delivered for him brought about some kind of curiosity. firstly –– what. and secondly –– why him? he was nowhere near special, if anything he was perhaps one of the most average of boys that he knew. and yet here he was, receiving flowers from a stranger (not that he minded though, he kept these flowers well).

it had come to a point where he couldn’t simply stay admiring these flowers, instead too built up on curiosity to let this case rest. instead he’d thought up a plan, one that he was sure wouldn’t fail.

he’d left for work slightly earlier than usual, biking his way from marigold to yongdam through his usual route. perhaps it’s a little silly (quite silly actually) but he hides behind the counter, squatted down with his head resting against the wall. i’ll find them today, he tells himself, i’ll find this flower... thief... this opposite thief... 

@hmdoyeon

on most days he smiles at her, gives her the best bouquet and picks out the freshest of flowers. on most days he wishes her good luck and tells her to find strength because it’s the only thing he can really do. it’s sort of funny really, how he watches as the girl that he likes pines over someone else and he cheers her on, even tells her that he’ll hope for the best because ten is an idiot and for some reason her happiness adds to his.

though it’s momentary bliss when he watches her because the reminder that it isn’t him –– that it’s someone else she’s doing this for stabs him in the chest multiple times and ten forces a smile, an artificial ‘good luck!’ before he’s turning to his own feet and regretting his life choices. 

on his worst days, ten doesn’t say a thing, his smile falters a little more though he tries his hardest not to make it too obvious. he passes her the flowers (still the freshest, only for her) and pretends as though he’s too busy to carry a proper conversation. it’s his fault really, he’d fallen for a girl that would never turn to look at him and he couldn’t blame her. ten was a simple kid, a boy that worked for a flower shop and struggled to keep his grades steady.

he sighs softly as he thinks about this, lying on the grass as one hand picks on the ends of his shirt. it’s then when he rolls over, turning to doyeon and lifting himself up with his arm. “hey,” he finally says, eyes meeting hers, “doyeon do you think i’m a...” a pause. “do you think i’m a hard person ... to like? i mean –– a hard person to have a crush on... i mean –– uhm... just... not... crush material?”

@hmnayeon

he’d spent most of the day tending to the flowers, hand in his gloves and sweat beading down his forehead. he’d been tasked with keeping the store in check and truth be told he didn’t exactly mind, spending time alone with the flowers was almost calming -- therapeutic of some sort.

carefully he picks at the flowers, choosing only the best ones to include in a bouquet a customer had not long ago requested (’it’s for my wife,’ the man had said, ‘she’s angry at me and i don’t know how to soother her!’). he’s no professional at handling angry women (not having spent long enough with his mother to ever see her angry) but he would like to believe that he’s a professional at flowers and reading them. so with soft hands he bunches them together to make a beautiful bouquet.

it’s then when he hears the doors of the store open and footsteps approaching him. “welcome!” he says almost instantaneously, eyes still fixated on the bouquet. he gives the ribbon one last pull before he looks up and oh. 

hello everyone!!! so im 12 hours late to the opening... sheds a tear... but im here now!! and i’ve already received some super sweet ims from people that i’ll get to replying soon! anyways!! im fifi and i play this small tiny florist ten & i cant wait to get to plotting with all of you!! feel free to jump into my ims or ask or add me on aim (@n.etichen) or follow me on twitter (@softkji) if you’d like to plot!! or u know u could always like this post instead and i’ll jump @ u guys haha ;) also underneath the cut is a few simple facts about ten to get the ball rolling WHEEE