Daisy; The flower symbolism associated with the daisy is purity, innocence, loyal love, beauty, patience and simplicity           

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JIYEON’S POV;

The suburb was as dull as one could be, yet it was filled with couples here and there just like an average society was. It wasn’t different to another other suburb because at the end up the day, all suburbs were the same filled with their own problems. I am just a typical teenager living the life I was suppose to live, the life where there were extremely high expectations, peer pressure, and most of all, the question – what is my purpose in life? Why am I even here?

By the way, due to past experiences I hate being in this world. What was happiness and love, when the world was so corrupted? There was no innocence and purity in society. Even the children who seem so naïve and innocent would soon be corrupted by the world.   Life was cruel and inhumane. All my “friends” or I thought they were couldn’t even trust me. Honestly I felt like a piece of trash in the school but that didn’t mean the candle for hope has been unlit.  

Sighing as I walked home, I wondered what would happen today. Home life was the definition of hell, pure hatred and betrayal.  I closed my eyes as I turn the door knob to the front door and immediately I wished I had stayed back at school, I hate school too though.

“Are you out of your mind right now?” My mum raised her voice.

“Who are you even questioning?” My dad questioned my mum.

“You, the one that never comes home and only comes home for money,” My mum scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I’m trying to earn us money, why don’t you understand?” My dad banged his fist onto the table.

“WHAT MONEY?” My mum was on the verge of tears. “Do you even think of our children? A father should be the head of the household not the mother. Earning money through poker machines. Do you even think that will earn us anything?”

“Noona, I’m scared,” my dongsaeng Hyojoon pulled onto my sleeve.

“Hush hush, it’s okay,” I crouched down and hugged my younger brother. “Do you want to go some-?”

“POKER MACHINES IS A WAY OF EARNING MONEY.” My dad screamed. “Its business, it’s the only thing that has kept our family together.”

“Oh so you think our family has been kept together through machines?” My mum laughed mockingly.  “Are you delusional?”

“I am not delusional,” My dad pushed my mum.

“Sit on the steps outside, noona will be out shortly,” I kissed my dongsaeng’s forehead.

“Pinky promise?” My dongsaeng grinned.

“Pinky promise.” I smiled.

And this is what I mean by the world corrupting children.  Half the children out there don’t even deserve to be starving, or no place to stay or no parents. Or even a family like this, but then again the world wasn’t a perfect place. If the world was really a perfect place then one would not be having fun, making mistakes and learning. It was just a sad fact that everyone had to accept. I felt bad for my dongsaeng though, he didn’t deserve to see the family ripping apart. He didn’t deserve to feel unloved and unwanted.

“Dad,” I interrupted their argument. “If you really think that poker machines are a way of earning profits and starting a business please think again. In this world, if you are sitting in a casino or a pub wasting your money and time away. You really have just wasted a life. It makes me disappointed in you.”

I crouched again and supported my mum, taking her out of the house.

“Wait, where are you guys going?” My dad hysterically asked.

Weirdly enough I was the only one that was able to reach the pure side of his heart and love. I always end up questioning why my parents were even married.

“You didn’t have to do that,” my mum sighed.

“Mum, for heaven’s sake I'm eighteen years old,” I exasperated. “It’s time to at least show Dad that poker machines isn’t everything and that I am capable of being the head of family if Dad wasn’t here.”

“Don’t talk like that,” My mum snapped. “Whether he is a smoker, gambler or liar, at the end of the day he is still your dad.”

“Do you need help there?” Seungho asked me.

When did he even get- that doesn’t even make sense. I didn’t call him and he lived on the other side of the suburb.  There was something fascinating about Seungho though, he was always there when I needed help or comfort. There was something about him that eased my mind and told me that everything is going to be okay even if it wasn’t. He even showed me the power of friendship. When no one had wanted to be friends with me because I was different, when no one wanted to talk to me because they judged me base on first impressions, Seungho was the only person that stood by me for everything. It was really weird. He cared way too much.

“I didn’t call you today asking for help though,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “You need to stop helping me.” 

I then received a glare from my mum. My mum always had a soft spot for Seungho and I think she secretly wished that we would one day marry one another but my feelings didn’t even go that far.

“HYUNG!,” Hyojoon ran up to Seungho grinning.

“Hello Hyojoon, aren’t you a big boy today?” Seungho smiled. “Calling hyung when you needed extra help.”

“So you called Seungho,” I squinted my eyes at Hyojoon.

“What?” Hyojoon pouted. “Hyung made me promise that if anything scary is happening, I have to call.”

I just had to facepalm at his childness and naiveness.

“I rented out a two room apartment for you guys,” Seungho started. “I considered your budget so I hope that is okay. It is also close to your workplace Jiyeon as well as Hyojoon’s primary school.

By now I was no longer supporting my mum, but Seungho was. Seungho treated my family like his and well I had to do the same for his family too. I stormed to his car and got into the back seat and sat there with a grouchy face. I was old enough to look after my family and he wasn’t even my boyfriend. This was the life I had after meeting Seungho and for the whole five years of highschool everyone thought we were dating but that was far from reality.

SEUNGHO’S POV;

 Let’s be frank and straight to the point here, I liked Jiyeon. It was a simple crush based on her beauty during high school.  She never dressed up like other girls; her fashion sense was simple and basic.  She seemed so innocent and pure but everything was reversed when I got to know her. That was the first step, getting to know Jiyeon. Things started to go a bit haywire after, I realised the crush turned into like and I daydreamed constantly about Jiyeon. She attracted me, she always pushed me away though and then came back when she need someone to talk to. It was cute of her. Knowing her past though, it stopped her from reaching out and widening her world. The world she viewed was so corrupted that it was hard for her.

She meant more to more than anyone. She was my daisy.  And the love I had for her was unrequited.

“I should teach my daughter proper etiquette manners,” Jiyeon’s mother frowned.

“No no she’s fine, she’s trying her best,” I smiled.

“You are too nice for your own good Seungho,” Jiyeon’s mother sighed.

That’s only for a specific girl.

“My mum told me to always be nice for those that I cared for,” Seungho smiled.

“Hyung,” Hyojoon pulled onto my arm. “Noona is going to get mad waiting in the car.”

“Your noona is a nice person, she can wait,” I winked at Jiyeon and was given a smug face ins