Today was the first day Jimin brought you flowers. Your younger self would have dismissed them as a few meaningless plants, of that you were quite certain. But this time, it was a special gift. One representing all the words left unsaid and forgiveness, one that reminded you of how much you yearned for this man’s embrace.

You had carefully tucked the bouquet away into the only vase you owned, and closed your eyes for a few seconds to enjoy the delicate, wafting scent of honey and lavender. He watches you intently, searching for a reaction. You were aware that you would always forgive his sweet eyes, no matter what he did. After all, it was a spell he’d cast on you a long time ago, and it would still linger.

Somehow, you didn’t mind too much.