the concern in his voice touched him. his mother warned him about them countless times, reminding him that something so delicate could still be dangerous. it fascinated him then. everyone seemed to
Had he never been asked before ? Surely many people had asked Woojin this before , he couldnโt have been the first right ? Then his head fell to him at the name of the flowers . โ arenโt those really toxic ? โ the worry present in his voice . He wouldnโt lie ,
about it: simply not to worry him. sunflowers suited him just as naturally. bright, warm, impossible not to notice. /beautiful/ "next time i see one, iโll think of you.โ, and by that he means:
steps slowing for just a moment as he tilted his head in thought. "my favorite flower...?", he repeated softly, looking down as his thoughts wandered toward the wildflowers growing back in the
He wasnโt exactly sure how he should act . The whole concept was weird to him . Being friends with a wolf wasnโt exactly on his bucket list , not that he had one . And he certainly didnโt think heโd be having . . . Feelings he couldnโt explain .