Mingyu really should have told Wonwoo from the start. He stared at the bouquet of flowers on his doorstep- that would be the 17th one of the month- and inwardly sighed. Sure, he should be happy Wonwoo was such a sweet and thoughtful boyfriend. But really? Every day? It felt a little too much.

Especially since Mingyu hated flowers.

It was weird, he always thought. Gifting someone something that will eventually die. Sure, they look nice, smell good too, but then what? They were destined to die. It was, in his mind, a bit of a waste of money. He appreciates the effort, of course, but he figured the money could go somewhere where he could actually enjoy it. Like food. Why not gift him food, instead?

“You don’t look happy.”

Mingyu’s thoughts were disturbed by Wonwoo himself standing there. Usually, the flowers get sent without the other boy in sight. It’s his first time actually being there, a worried expression on his face. Mingyu must have been frowning. He realized he hasn’t exactly picked up the flowers yet, and it lay on the ground between him and Wonwoo.

“I-“ He started to say. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, but-“

Wonwoo’s face looked crushed and Mingyu wasn’t sure what to do.

“Hear me out first,” Mingyu said, inwardly panicking. “I just don’t like flowers, I like you, but I don’t like flowers. I don’t understand the point of