butterflies.

that was what seungmin felt whenever he was around his close friend, Syn, as he found himself stealing glances at them almost every day.

it felt as if the flowers in his heart bloomed, just for them — to put it simply; he had developed feelings, and was willing to do anything to be by their side, even if his feelings made him shake a little.

“so cute,” seungmin mumbles as he steals yet another glance at his friend; too caught up in his feelings to even care about anything.