So he knows this is a bad idea.

But he's not going to back out of it.

After all, it's him.

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Xukun stops by the flower shop once again. 

This time though, he hasn't spent forever looking for the right flowers. 

His eyes scan the small area full of plants.

Irises.

Lilies.

Roses.

White roses.

They remind him of him.

Him when he dances.

He picks them.

He looks further.

There are bunches of small blue flowers. 

Innocent and little.

A small bunch right beside the blue ones, pink, but identical.

They're so small, so beautiful.

They are perfect.

He picks those too, tells the florist.

The florist is a girl.

She is nice. She is pretty. She is comforting.

Her name is Jieqiong and she doesn't try to flirt with him.

She makes him feel confidant.

He could do this.

He would do this.

Jieqiong encourages him.

He words follow him on his ride back home.

His car is light, but his heart is heavy. 

Why?

Why had he even chosen to do this?

He knows why.

Because he couldn't stand himself longer if he hadn't.

So he walks in.

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Zhengting must be in his room.

He knows that.

His brain wants him to stop and his heart is unsure, but his feet move and he has no choice but to let them go.

Let them steer him to Zhengting's room, where he knocks.

The door opens and Xukun's trance is broken at Zhengting's angelic voice.

"Kun?" Zhengting looks a little tired, but definitely beautiful still. He's wearing a knitted sweater, big enough for sweater paws. Reminder as to WHY he was doing this. Xukun pinches himself.

"Zhengting." He pauses. "I need to talk to you."

"Okay?" Zhengting looks even more confused.

"Come with me." Xukun doesn't bother to make up an excuse. 

They go on a walk, to the community forest. The flowers in Xukun's bag. They settle at a bench in the middle of the forest, where people didn't tend to go often.

"What is it?" Zhengting asks, still the look of confusion. He looks just as good in Xukun's jacket, which he has on now. He felt bad that he didn't even give the younger time to grab a jacket.

"You know Zhengting," He sighs deeply. "This is gonna be weird. Please don't get mad, okay?"

"Okay. now tell me." Zhengting's eyes, they don't make any sense.

"You're really incredible you know? You don't give yourself nearly enough credit. And the thing is...." Xukun pauses. He was doing this wrong.

"I sorta fell in love with you." He said it. Too late to fix anything now. He pulls out the bouquet and hands it to Zhengting.

"I know you might still hate me, but will you go out with me?"

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I added chapter names, comment if you're confused!

I'm so obsessed with flowers help I always use them as this weird poetic thing.

The first part of this chapter is like the teaser for it I posted! I'm sorry if the plot seems off that's because I never plan this and write whatever comes to mind and most of the time I don't bother to proofread, oops.