Taemin had grown a strong distate to anything related to sappy love. Luhan, on the other hand, was a die-hard, closet romantist (thanks to Sehun). He appeared tough on the outside because of his status in the football team, but on the inside, he was a giant marshmallow.

And boy, had Taemin noticed. It was itching the back of his mind, a pain in the root of his stomach. He had kept control of his image the whole way through Luhan's excrutiatingly corny plan, albeit, he cracked within ten minutes. "Red roses for a confession? Are you joking?"

Luhan frowned profoundly. "Everyone likes roses!"

"That shows incompetence, lack of individuality and has no meaning whatsoever. Get her..." Taemin's eyes skimmed over the cramped green house, eyeing each flower that lay in his path. "...an Amaryllis. It means splendid beauty." 

The older boy scrunched his nose up, cutely. He eyed the bright red flower, with it's long, green stems. "Well, it's ugly, and I sincerely doubt that Nana will be able to speak the language of flowers. I just want something pretty so—"

"'So', nothing! Listen to me, or your entire plan to woo this kid will fail, fail, I tell you." Luhan had a little pout on his face, obviously shocked by Taemin's sudden change of character. It was as if he had changed within the mention of 'flower', like Luhan had stirred up some hidden persona deep within Taemin. It was odd—odd but intriguing. Taemin was a box of mysteries, just waiting to be solved.

"What do you suggest I do then, oh-mighty-love-guru?" Luhan sneered.

"Bouquet of Amaryllises, along with a love letter filled with your serene desires. Pop up at her next class and give them to her, okay?" Taemin blew his fringe up. Must he do everything for this hopeless senior?

Luhan bit his lip. "Yeah...okay. But..." He cast his eyes down, refusing to look Taemin in the eyes. "I'm shy." Taemin used a vast amount of self-control to resist slapping Luhan on the head.

"Not my problem! All you asked for was to collect flowers, and I did—will. You fix the messenger up yourself."

A long silence passed, neither of them uttering a word. It was as though Taemin could hear the gears churning in the back of Luhan's head, planning, preparing. "No," he seethed. "No, no, no, no, a thousand times no." 

"Oh, please, Taeyeon, please!" 

"No. I refuse to be your deliverer! Ask someone else." Taemin pulled the edges of his skirt down, extremely angered. Luhan was pushing him around, asking him to do things that he didn't want to, and worst of all, he let him! However, his scheming plans would soon come to a halt, for Taemin refused to do any more of his bidding.

"Come on, Taeyeon. You're in her class! You're friends, you can just say, 'These are from a secret admirer,' or something dazzling and jazzy, I don't know—but please?"

"Ugh, the amount of corniness that fits into your little body astounds me. This is crazy, just man up already!"

Tears brimmed on the corners of Luhan's bambi eyes, framed so prettily with thick eye lashes. Taemin almost felt his heart lurch, but fought against the urge to help the senior (even if he did look like an abandoned puppy). "Please do this one little thing for me, Taeyeon," he whimpered, purposely using his squeaky, adorable voice.

Taemin groaned.

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