"someone put anemones at my doorstep this morning"

myungjun popped his head out from behind the bookstore counter and quirked his eyebrow. "do you know who?" he asked.

"i don't know. but it's really sweet, i think"

"just make sure you haven't got yourself a stalker," myungjun grinned and continued to bring out more bookmarks to put next to the cashier.

"but, you see, this person must be close to me. i've only ever mentioned loving flowers to friends"

"and i'm your friend as well," myungjun wiggled his eyebrows. "you never know, it could be me"

and inside, jinwoo's heart cried helplessly at his words. god i fucking wish.