Being friends with Hyunjin wasn’t always simple. He was the kind of person who felt too much, wore his heart on his sleeve even when he tried not to. You’d known him long enough to see past the dramatic sighs and teasing, to the boy who secretly sketched in the corners of his notebooks, who loved little things more than he admitted. And despite his busy life as an idol, he always made time for you—sometimes in quiet texts, sometimes in long calls that lasted until sunrise.

So when he showed up at your door one Saturday afternoon, hair slightly messy from the breeze and a shy smile tugging at his lips, you weren’t sure what to expect.

“Hey,” you greeted, tilting your head. “What’s up?”

Without answering right away, Hyunjin lifted something from behind his back—a bouquet of fresh flowers, soft colors arranged carefully, wrapped in pale paper.

Your eyes widened. “Hyunjin…what’s this for?”

He shrugged, but his ears were turning red. “Do I need a reason? I just thought you’d like them. You’ve been stressed lately, right?”