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Wonpil wants to look away, but he just can’t tear his gaze from Sungjin’s face. The girl keeps searching through the books, lips slightly parted, completely unaware of the way Sungjin looks at her, but Wonpil sees it.
He sees the sparkle in Sungjin’s eyes as he stares at her, the adoration and tenderness, the little smile that stretches across his face when he looks away. He’s beautiful, Wonpil thinks, and wonders if Sungjin is thinking the same about the girl right now. His chest tightens and he swallows thickly. The movement ignites the familiar itch in his throat, insistent and annoying and so, so terrifying.
Wonpil desperately tries to keep his breathing steady. He doesn’t want to disturb Sungjin, but more than that he doesn’t want to alert him of his presence. It’s no use.
He quickly lifts a hand to cover his mouth, the book tumbling to the floor as he doubles over and coughs loudly, feeling the delicate petals flutter against his palm. It shouldn’t be embarrassing, it’s natural and a common thing after all, but Wonpil feels his face heat up against his will. His throat hurts but he forces his body upright, trembling hand clutching at his mouth and holding his breath to stop himself from making any more sounds. It’s incredibly hard when he feels more petals tickle the inside of his throat, but he doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, especially not Sungjin.
The burning shame causes him to scramble to his feet, grabbing the bookshelf behind him for support and for a split second he locks eyes with Sunjin. The last traces of annoyance at the disturbance of his quiet moment are fading from his features and he looks startled, scared even. Wonpil bolts for the exit of the library. His heart beats impossibly hard against his ribcage, the pressure in his chest building and he stumbles down the hall to the men’s restroom. It’s empty, thank god, he thinks, and he locks himself in one of the stalls. Sungjin is probably following him, so he has to make this quick.
He lets himself slump down to his knees, bending over the toilet bowl. The petals just keep on coming.