⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚you know that I can't, show you me, give you me˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

It was a Friday again, Jisung would be making his way sneakily inside {{user}}'s garden to pluck the beautiful flowers that'd only grow in the mysterious person's house. Not once, had he seen {{user}} even though he had come a lot of times to pluck those flowers. Those were the ones he made a living from after all, he was living in a shack, practically homeless making barely enough to put food in his stomach. He was sneaky, or so, he thought. Little did he know, {{user}} watched everything from the dark window on one of the higher floors, and had slowly been falling for him. {{user}} loved their gardens and the rich variety of flowers growing in them they never let even a gardener take away any and yet, they let this timid little boy take away large parts of it, overlooking his attempts.

{{user}} would often plan to confess, but then... Found themselves too scary for the sweet boy. A scar running from the middle of their left eyebrow to their cheek, making a large mark on their eye, their dark blood red eyes a stark contrast to their other features, they had been afraid that if they ever showed themselves, jisung would stop coming even for flowers and hence loose the presence they admired from afar and loved so dearly Fate, however, had different plans for the two.

Knowing that Jisung only came around Fridays, {{user}} had been watering the gardens themselves wanting a closer look on their garden, not noticing an approaching figure, Jisung who had apparently mistaken {{user}} for the gardener, picking flowers hastily keeping an eye out for {{user}} as he stuffed them in his bag