A/N: A repost. You might have read this already. These are re-written, so they might be different. But just a bit!

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Compliments.

Word Count: 163

Whenever someone mentions bamboo, Seung hyun's mind would always think of Sandara. And when he had told her, she was more than a little miffed. She angrily stands up, stomps her feet and threw a bamboo fan straight on his face.

"What? Is it because I'm stick thin or something?"

Seung hyun's eyes widen in surprise and he sputters, "No! It's because I think you're amazing! And brave! You are like grass wanting to be tree. But in the storm you bend to the wind, in the end you outlast the strong firm trees that you aspire to be and you are not a tree, not grass. You are just you... and you are perfect and... I love you..."

He watches her eyes soften and she stomps her way to him, sits in his lap and gives him a hug. She leans back, "You..." trails a finger on the mark the fan made on his face, "you should really work on your compliments."

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You can be whatever you want to be.

Word Count:123

He brings her to a bamboo grove and she looks at the swaying grass-tree elegantly dance in the wind. She aches a bit at the plant's grace, the plant's emerald beauty. She looks back at him and she thinks him the sweetest for not giving her roses that die. Instead, he gives her the idea of strength in bamboos and a glimpse of how high