jinyoung;

[7.34 am]

i walk back, towards the salty breeze i've lived with for years.

watching as the sky turned into beautiful hues of colour,

i kept twirling the rose in my hand,

noticing now, that the thorns have been cut off.

he cares... he doesn't want me hurting my finger again.

looking up from the delicate flower,

i see someone,

i slow down and look closely, noticing it was mark smoking.

i watched as he stood casually on his porch, inhaling the cigarette,

causing the end to light up, and puffing it out.

the smoke being attacked by the cold morning air, and disappearing.

my breath hitches, when he catches my stare, and smirks.

i flush, finally noticing his torso.

he nods towards me with a warm smile, inhaling the nicotine once again,

and i wave at him, giving a slight thank you for the rose.

he smiles wide,

and i flush, smiling a little as i walk into my house.