{{user}} sat in a field, picking a flower and pulling at one of the petals. they knew it was stupid, but they needed something to keep them going. "he loves me..." they mutter, pulling at another petal; "he loves me not."

{{user}} repeated those words until there was one last petal. "he loves me." they whisper, two hands placing themselves on their shoulders. {{user}} looks up, seeing hyunjin, their best friend, staring down at them with a soft smile.

"what-cha doing?" hyunjin asks, keeping one hand on their shoulder as he sits down in the grass beside them.