Pairing: Chan, Woojin, and Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Jackson/Ka-Yee (GOT7, I'll be utilizing his birth name - Wang Ka-Yee - since it fits the AU better) x Young K/Younghyun (Day6) x Naria Moon (Reader)

Url: water_lilies

Trope: Angst, Fluff, Friendship, Soft

AU: Historical!AU

TW: N/A

Song suggestion: You Were Beautiful, Day6

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    Naria tapped her knuckles against the familiar double-paneled, wooden door she hadn't seen for nearly two years. The atmosphere surrounding the house felt cold, but not in the sense of weather. It was a spiritual type of chill - the kind that greets bones before flesh and manifests a sort of tingling ache through veins and cartilage.

    Or perhaps she was just anxious. Confronting ex-lovers in hopes that flowers would stop clogging windpipes wasn't a normal, every day thing.

    Cue another tap - no answer.

    Tap.

    Silence.

    Tap-tap.

    More silence. 

    Tap-tap-tap.

    Silence followed by a heavy sigh.

    "Younghyun," the young woman growled. "Open up. I know you're in there, so stop avoiding me. I have something important to ask yo-"

    The door that suddenly propped open caused her words to be swallowed with a surprised jolt as she clutched onto her chest. Against her palm, quick thumps pulsated as her eyes met equally dark ones plastered onto a perfectly executed stoic expression. Raking his vision up and down the length of her figure, a squared brow raised onto Younghyun's scrunched forehead.

    "What are you doing here?"

    A bit stunted by his harsh tone, Naria swallowed hard as she peered upon the way his brown hair framed his forehead in a neat center-part. Sharp eyes that were capable of harboring a warm, amiable glow or cold, curious glare raked over her face; the stare sending a shiver down the young woman's spine.

    "I have a question."

    Younghyun's head poked out from the small house as he surveyed the midnight abyss looming above their heads with a curious pout.

    "Can't this question wait until morning? I'm tired and want to slee-"

    "It will only take a moment," she interjected before tilting her head to the side. "Please, Younghyun."

    The young man stared at her for a moment before his shoulders lifted into a shrug. With a raised brow, his arms s together to cross over a collarbone-protruded chest, lean figure loosening up to rest against the door's frame.

    "Proceed."

    The young woman merely nodded her head as foggy eyes met the ground in a sort of embarrassed embrace. It was awkward standing face-to-face with the man who had abandoned her at the altar, and the way he glared upon her spared no discomfort. 

    A twinge plucked her nerves once, but she managed to ignore its strum.

    "Your favorite type of flower - what is it?"

    Younghyun's brow arched high, forehead wrinkling in the process, as he tried to comprehend the intention of her query. He spoke in the same pace that he shook his head - slow and almost mechanical.

    "Thistles." The young man straightened up with his answer, almost as if recollecting a bit of his composure. "I'm not a fan of dainty or classically pretty flowers, so I've always been drawn to thistles."

    The woman found herself at a loss for words as phantom thorns ripped the inner tissue of . Vivid was the memory of the thick, purple-headed spears that clung to the sensitive flesh of her cheeks as they bundled inside of like some sort of makeshift torture device. It was the day that had soon veiled into night - a certain darkness swallowing her whole after Younghyun had called off their marriage without explanation. Even now, a painful tickle scratched .

    Perhaps she remembered too well.

    "Tell me why."

    A sigh heaved from Younghyun's lips as thin fingers impatiently ran through threads of blackened strands; his middle part disheveling as it brushed atop his left eye.

    "Why what? Why I like thistl-"

    "Tell me why you left me that day."

    Sharp lids widened