delicately; a carefully picked bouquet is placed in a new vase next to jihyun. heather in the shade of lavender, for admiration. fern leaves, for shelter and confidence. azalea, for temperance - for him to take care of himself. and finally, tea roses: for remembrance. a note that he will always remember. saeran huffed out slowly for a mere moment, before placing the vase down on the table next to jihyun. "... happy valentine's day, abeonim. ... sorry for being so mean to you in the past..."
Jihyun doesn’t know the meaning of all of the flowers in the bouquet, though he recognizes them all. He knows, too, how much Saeran adores flowers and had dedicated himself to learning what they mean so that he might convey what he finds himself unable to say with words.
With a smile, he reaches out, fingertips brushing against soft petals and admiring the arrangement. “It’s all right, Saeran. Thank you.” He brings his hand up to ruffle the boy’s hair affectionately. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
