beautiful spirit.

Her eyes traveled back and forth, noting the “hangouts” of the tenants, the mail area… until her eyes stopped at a petite girl, possibly older than her, walking around aimlessly. Her brows knitted together as she stood there, staring at her for a bit. She snaps out of it, and decides to venture forward to converse with the female. 

Seolhyun moves a tad, trying to balance herself on the crutches yet again. The stranger was now in front of her, giving Seolhyun the opportunity to analyze her facial features. Her skin was fair, her eyebrows full. She didn’t look up much—she must be timid in nature. Nevertheless, the stranger was beautiful. 

“Ah, I’m not very sure..” she spoke out shyly, not meeting the stranger’s eyes before raising the slip of paper into their line of sight.”I was just told to deliver these flowers here in this.. more than slightly ridiculous Christmas outfit, that’s all. I’m merely following an order.” As soon as the other girl mentioned that she had just moved in, Suyeon’s eyebrows raised slightly, about to tell the girl that it was alright and she’d find someone else to help, but the girl’s willingness to help her despite not knowing the area brought a smile to her lips, bobbing her head slowly in a nod. 

           ♡［  Ｖａｌｅｎｔｉｎｅｓ＇  ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒｉｅｓ！  ］♡

Hi, hello! I’m rather new around here and not all too social, but I’m here to let you know that I am open and available for business, especially for- you guessed it- Valentines’ deliveries. Flowers (alongside chocolate) have always been popular Valentines’ surprises and I’m here to fulfill your requests. All you need to do is check out this page and if the details look satisfactory to you, place an order! You don’t even have to be following me or anything, and I’m completely fine with anonymous orders (in all honesty, I’m just trying to spread the love and maybe promote my business a little), and these Valentines’ arrangements will be on me- free- free of cost. You heard that, it’s going to be free. 

「ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａｍ.」

                         ＳＯＮ   ＨＡＲＵ; 021094

Voices in her head; wandering around town. Crazy? Not really. Scary? Not at all. Black hair covering her face, pale white skin. Human off track trying to find at least a little company.

   { ｈｏｖｅｒ}                                

"Revenge is a dish best served cold; at least, that’s what I’ve always heard. It’d be nice to remember who to serve that dish to, though." The dark-haired woman spoke to a stranger, fingers curled around a chilled glass of brown liquor.

　　　　　”August 23, 1999: My world shifted. The whole cosmos came unaligned without me even realizing it.”

Her tongue swiped along chapped lips, gaze trained on the contents of the glass. “I remember waking up to an awful taste in my mouth and so many wires coming out of me that I no longer felt human. Everything was too bright; too white, and I felt strangely like a deer. You know? When they get caught in headlights?” A wave of her hand dismissed the thought. “Something in me burned, though. It was almost painful how strong the sensation was. I had bloodlust running through my veins even at that moment.”

There was a short pause followed by a soft chuckle. “Even without knowing why, I knew there was vindication needed.” The smile on her lips was almost nostalgic, as though she were remembering something fond.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　”That’s your part in my little story.”

Dark eyes shifted to the stranger’s face, that smile still present on her lips. Gun held firmly in her grip, safety off and cocked while targeted at the male across the table. “Answer my questions with every bit of information you have and you’ll walk out of here alive.”

　　　　　　　But, of course, that was a lie. He knew too much as it was.

Huffing out an exasperated sigh, Taeyeon tapped her delicate fingertips against her pockets, her agitation getting the best of her. Flowers - why is it so hard to find a nice bouquet of flowers? She had been frantically running over town for the past hour, hoping to find a nice place where she could buy something to show her mother some appreciation for Valentines’; though it was appearing impossible to do since no where seemed to suit her liking, and she faced many problems entering the more crowded areas. Yet another audible sigh escaped her lips as she let her gaze wander around the busy street, her eyes glancing over different variations of Valentines’ gift ideas while her conscience inwardly cursed at her for going through so much trouble just for a small bouquet.

To cure herself of her boredom, Suyeon tapped her fingers gently along the wooden surface of the bench, envisioning the bench to be a piano. Her lips curved up delightedly as she imagined the slow, soft melody, fingers legatoing across the grain of the wood as if there were real black and white keys under her fingertips. She snapped out of her daze, fingers drawing back into her lap as she felt someone approach the bench she was situated on, tilting her head up to glance at the woman. Eyebrows drawn together and looking quite distraught, the stranger explained her situation and Suyeon nodded slightly, only happy to comply. After all- this was her occupation, as a florist; and even if it was only a job, as she tells herself sometimes, she does enjoy it- the feeling of the velvet petals under her fingertips and the way her clients’ eyes would light up when they describe their ideal arrangement, fueled by their adoration for their beloved.