“Ahjumma, how much for that bouquet?”

Okay, so maybe the girl giving the guy the bouquet for Valentines isn’t exactly normal. But Jinyoung and yours’ relationship was never too ordinary. The stall owner smiles tiredly at you, as she picks up the bouquet of roses, “10000 won, dear.” She says. Your eyes widen a bit at the price, but nonetheless you smile gratefully at her as you hand over the money. Jinyoung is worth it, you decide. “I’ll take it ahjumma!”

The woman mutters something about the generation being totally different from back then. Women giving men the flowers on Valentines? Preposterous! But she gives you the bouquet anyway and wishes you a happy valentine once she sees the plastic ring on your finger. “Thanks a lot!” You breathe in the scent of the bouquet and sigh in content. You decide to go see him in his apartment flat, it’s a long walk, but with the clear bright sky and the scent of love in the air you tell yourself it’s perfectly fine.

You’ve read somewhere in some article that most bouquets have a meaning, from the type of flower to the colour to the amount of each blossom. You stare lovingly at the bouquet in your arms as you saunter through the park, ignoring the couples who look at you weirdly as you walk. You count 13 pink roses, and 11 white ones with dashes of white baby’s breath wrapped neatly. If your research is correct, 13 indicate a secret admiration. Perfect for a confession, whilst pink roses indicate a hope for a future romance [or friendship- but Jinyoung wouldn’t be that dense, would he?]. 11 roses had meant that the receiver was the only one you loved most in your life.

A total of 24 roses in your bouquet, basically saying; “I can’t stop thinking about you, 24 hours a day.”

You sigh in pure bliss as you once more breathe in the scent of the flowers.

Nothing could ruin your good mood.

Not even bumping shoulders with a stranger. “Aish. Watch it.” He mutters angrily, it seems someone was having a rough Valentines. You frown but nonetheless, reach into your bouquet and pull out a cluster of baby’s breath and hand it to him. “Happy Valentines.” You say cheerily before skipping off towards your destination. The guy stares at your gift before snorting to himself, yet pockets the flower carefully into his jeans.

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The walk to his apartment flat seems like a distant memory as you stand in front of his door. To knock or not? You have a spare key anyway and surprises are always the best. You fish for the keys inside your small purse and give a laugh of delight once you find them.
“Are you sure? Really?”

You can practically hear his voice as you slip in the apartment, careful not to make a sound. You hide the bouquet behind your back and tiptoe toward the lounge room where you presume your best friend is currently at.

“He isn’t picking up at all...? Aigo, that kid.”

And there he is, lying casually on his cream coloured loveseat taking up all of the space with his feet dangling on the right armrest. He leans his weight on his propped up elbow, facing towards the television across the mini couch, his free hand holding an LG touch screen phone to his ear. You creep up behind him and with one hand manage to cover one of his eyes.

“Yah-!” he yells out in surprise and sharply turns his head to look at his mystery assaulter. Jinyoung’s face is only inches away from yours and you can practically feel his warm breath on you. Your face feels hot and silently, you hope it isn’t as red as it feels like. His brown eyes turn into a slight crescent shape as he beams at you before laughing.

His laugh is melodic and genuine; you could only wish he’d give only you this laugh.

“Aish! Don’ sneak up on me like that!” he scolds in a teasing manner before sitting upright. “Yah, Jung Jinyoung!” the voice on the other end of the line speaks up, reminding him that Jinyoung still has someone on the phone. Though it might be wrong, you still wish deep in your heart whoever it is he’s talking to would just shut up and leave you two alone. He puts up one finger, telling you to wait a moment as he talked animatedly again.

“Is that Dong Woo-ssi?” you ask quietly, and Jinyoung looks at you before nodding. CNU, as his friends would call him, and you weren’t exactly close, but you were friends who acknowledged one another once the other was around. “CNU~ Happy Valentines!” you yell close to the brunette male, partly to greet the bespectacled man on the other line and partly to come closer to your best friend.

You hear laughter on the other end as Jinyoung threatens you with a glare. He tries sending a look of hatred but only manages to come up looking like a gagman who worked too hard on funny facial expressions. “______-ah? Ahh, happy valentines to you too. Yah, Jung Jinyoung, why didn’t you tell me you were with ______-ah? Tsk tsk,” CNU says from the other line, and you can’t help but smile. CNU wasn’t the rowdiest guy, but he still liked to tease your closeness with his friend. “What does it matter?” Jinyoung asks, laughing and it breaks you a little to hear him say that. “Ahh, you’re hanging up? Okay, okay. I understand. Tell me if you hear anything from him, okay? That kid is really extreme...” he comments before shaking his head and saying goodbye to the male on the other line.

You’re curious as to who they’re talking about, but if Jinyoung wouldn’t tell you, then why bother. He stands up and opens his arms to envelop you in a hug. Something normal for him to do but still sends butterflies in your stomach whenever he does. He lets go and you grin, “What’s that grin for, huh?” he asks teasingly, raising a brow. You laugh before presenting him the bouquet you kept behind your back, “Ta-da~! Happy Valentine’s day, Jung Jinyoung!” you try to fight away the nervousness as he looks at you dumbfounded before laughing and taking the bouquet from your hands, unintentionally touching your fingers.

“Yah, what’s this? Since when did the girls start giving the roses?” he asks but breathes in the flowery scent. You try to laugh it off, but your laugh comes off as fake. Thankfully he doesn’t notice. “It’s because you don’t give me one, Valentines have to have flowers, right?” he only laughs harder, not getting that what you were saying was very, very much the truth. “But I give you dates!” He retorts before grinning down on you and leaning in to peck your cheek.

“Happy Valentines, Song ______-ah.” He mutters, smiling. You look back stunned, of course this is normal as well, but it still shocks you every time he does it. The silence is broken by an upbeat tune, Jinyoung grins at you apologetically but you motion him to take the call. “Hello? Oh- Hae Won-ssi!” he says cheerily. “Why did you- what? Oh! What time is it?” he looks at you with furrowed brows. You hold up three fingers and he slaps his palm on his forehead. “Oh! Gosh, I didn’t realize- I’m really sorry, Hae Won, I’ll rush over right now!” He says, grabbing his jacket and shoes, quickly putting them on. “Don’t worry; I’ll be there as fast as I can, wait for me? Alright, later, love you.” He makes a kiss sound and grins before pocketing his phone and grabbing his wallet.

“Jinyoung,” you call out weakly and he remembers you’re still there. He turns and grins, “Don’t worry, you, me, dinner date later. Valentines tradition, same place?” he asks and you could only nod in response, the feeling of dread washing over you as you find your bouquet still in his hands. “Looks like this won’t be wasted after all.” He winks and waves at you, reminding you to lock the door whenever you leave.

You smile brightly, waving back until the door closes soundly before finally collapsing onto the cream loveseat. You choke back sobs but it does nothing to stop the tears from flowing.

“Jung Jinyoung, you idiot.”

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A/N: Okay...so I did end up managing to update a day later. Hahaha. Have fun while these frequent updates last. :) Probably it won't, on the 14th I'll be going back to school and be busy again. Haha. Sorry.
Also, 10000 won = roughly 10 dollars. Most bouquets are actually really expensive.
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