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ten chittaphon nam ; 20 ; student & flora enthusiast. "i wrote, almost a stream of counsciousness, a list of reasons why i must live – reasons why i want to wake up the next morning."

[hmten-blog]

( &-- our roses are red )

[hmdoyeon-blog]

( ... )

she grinned before smacking his cheeks playfully as she faced his face to face hers before inching closer, then closer, before she smiled as she smacked their foreheads together. “no— i genuinely think you’re not.” because if you are i wouldn’t be here now, would i? “you’re the best male i’d ever seen and i’d totally date you if i’m not dating someone right now.” or if you want me back but i know you’d prefer her instead. “and do you want me to go on a rant on how perfect you are, because i could.” i really could. i just didn’t know if you could do the same for me back.

[hmten-blog]

one sided love, feelings that are continuously suppressed, are for more reasons than one unhealthy. and ten is a professional at this; had spent years pining over a girl that would never look at him the way he wish she would. and the reason was clearly simple -- ten was average, a simple florist, a boy with a love for flowers (and one bigger for her). 

he doesn’t like being whiny, doesn’t like talking about his own insecurities with someone else. but something about being with doyeon is calming to him and he can only sigh as he looks at the girl beside him. she isn’t nayeon -- is in no way, her, but the comfort he finds is nice. 

momentarily he feels sorry for being the way that he is.

“really?” he smiles and there’s a hint of playfulness etched across his lips, “you’re only saying that because you’re my friend though,” he teases but it’s nice to hear this -- even if a tiny part of it feels fabricated.

he almost thinks that doyeon is too nice to ever say no to him. but he takes it anyway, turns to her and pokes at her cheek. “if your boyfriend heard that he’d probably get really mad,” he says but there’s no malice to it. he takes a moment to think about how him and doyeon would be like -- how the both of them would fit. it doesn’t seem too bad, really. but he brushes the thought away quickly.

“god no,” he grins and he’s laughing now, happy to have spoken to her about this. “i just needed some sort of confirmation. i just... i like someone, but they don’t like me back,” ah. “simple ... teen stuff.”

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➢ back horse rider

( ... )

crack!

everything went black for a moment, and the next time his vision blinked back, the ground was against his cheek. the pain in his arm that followed and inability to move definitely wasn’t a good sign.

[ @hmten ]

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the thing about ten was that he’d do anything to look at flowers; an obsession of his that truth be told he prided himself in. he’d gone up to hojun, had tugged at the elder’s arm while going, ‘take me out to see the flowers hyung, please!’ and hojun had done just that.

though he was starting to regret it now -- the horse going out of control and while ten didn’t know much about horse riding (his step-father only having taught him a few times when he was younger), he at the very least knew that whatever jojo was doing, it wasn’t right.

“hyung!” he yelped, arms around the older boy’s waist, “i don’t think! this is! good!” 

but then the slide and ten quickly closed his eyes, body awaiting the impact of the hard ground only to feel something soft instead. he’d been lucky, hadn’t injured himself or lost a limb in that crazy ride. 

his eyes widened and the feel of a cut against his cheek has him wincing. “ow,” he whined, “see hyung! this is what you get for naming your horse jojo. now he’s angry at you and --” though he stopped nagging the moment he laid eyes on jongdae, lips instead parting in shock. “oh my god!”

with whatever strength he could muster, he walked towards the older boy, hands reaching out for his seemingly injured arm. “hyung are you alright? that looks terrible!”

[hmten-blog]

“Can’t you see I’m trying?”

– semi-au (?)

“how are you feeling?” 

“better,” ten replies, but the feel of the hospital gown and iv drip is uncomfortable, has him frowning a little and fidgeting in bed. “i mean, the medicine they give is disgusting but, other than that i’m okay.”

the younger boy takes a seat beside him, puling a chair close. ten watches and he wonders when they’d gotten this intimate, when this friendship of theirs had blossomed into this… this thing that even ten is unable to decipher.

“i brought you flowers,” jeongguk says and ten doesn’t miss the slight red tint that spreads across his cheeks.

“thank you,” he laughs, “but you do know that flowers aren’t allowed in here right?”

“i do,” the younger boy says and his face awkwardly twists into a half smile-half frown, eyes adorned with concern. “that’s what they told me the first five hundred times i tried to bring these in. but you like them… so i, yeah.”

ten laughs once more and nods, “you can place them over there,” he gestures to the white cabinet beside him, “and then sit here so we can talk.”

jeongguk does so, the tips of his ears red. it’s adorable and ten realizes then why perhaps once upon a time the girl he’d admired had fallen for someone like this, it isn’t too hard to figure out. 

“you don’t have to visit everyday you know,” ten finally says when jeongguk returns and his eyes shift downwards slightly, land on his fingers and the needle poked into his vein. “i’ll be fine. discharged before you know it.”

when jeongguk doesn’t reply ten presses on, shifts in the bed despite the pain that surges through his back, he winces only slightly. “you don’t … you don’t have to feel guilty about this guk,” he says, “we couldn’t see the lorry coming and –”

“stop,” jeongguk cuts in, “just stop. please.”

“jeongguk, this isn’t your fault. you don’t have to come here everyday with flowers anymore, i’m fine. it was one tiny mistake and nobody got hurt in that accident –”

“nobody got hurt?” and finally he has jeongguk looking at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glazed over with tears. “ten you’re in the goddamn fucking hospital – you’ve been here for almost a week!”

okay true. “but i’m alive,” he replies weakly.

the last thing he’d want was for jeongguk to feel guilty, to attempt to buy him flowers because of an accident that the of them were involved in. it had been a simple friday night and somehow ten had bugged jeongguk enough to do him a favour and drive him across town – the lorry had come out of nowhere, had surprised the two of them. but jeongguk had reacted quickly, swerved the van. the accident would have been even more bloody had it not been for jeongguk’s quick reflexes. 

“you still have work to do jeongguk, you don’t have to waste your time –”

“i’m not wasting my time – fuck, ten – can’t you see that i’m trying?” he snaps and his breaths are shaky. “i’m trying to use my time wisely! i’m trying to spend it all with you.”

silence falls between the two of them for a moment and ten can only stare, lips parted in confusion. “what?” he finally asks, “what do you mean?”

“just,” jeongguk sighs, “i thought i almost lost you and my heart fell out of my own fucking chest – and then i realized that maybe – that maybe all this time it was you that i … forget it.”

ten doesn’t reply, his eyes are wide and it takes him even longer for the shock to settle in, the medicine beginning to take on it’s effect. “okay,” is all he says, “alright.”

“alright?” jeongguk turns to him, voice a little softer.

“yeah,” he finally says. “just, i’m going to take a nap okay? i’m getting drowsy and i… don’t go?”

“i won’t,” jeongguk replies, “i’ll be here until they chase me out again.”

at this ten turns to the flowers, gaze falling onto them. daffodils. oh. 

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“I should’ve just not bothered.”

–– set in the future.

it’s tiring seeing her like this, not so much because it happens so often but because ten knows he’s unable to do anything about it. “you deserve better,” those three words stuck at the edge of his tongue, words that he wished so hard for her to hear to listen to. 

but it was always the other way around, ten would listen to her as she spoke, try his hardest not to get lost in her eyes because the last thing he’d want was to fall again. but nayeon was so good at this (so good at tripping ten over and over again without knowing) and ten would probably always be a fool for her. 

“how’d you find me again?” she asks and ten can only smile, he’ll always find her, somehow their paths will always cross again, but he doesn’t bring it up, instead takes a seat beside her.

“luck i guess,” is all he says and once again his heart clenches, he’s met with her eyes, glazed over by tears and he’s all too familiar with this by now. if it had been any other time –– if perhaps it had been some alternate universe where ten wasn’t with doyeon (wasn’t convinced that he loved her), he would’ve reached out to hold her hand, told her he could treat her better, the best.

“you have crazy luck then,” she laughs and ten forces a smile, your eyes are so sad, he wants to say. “you always manage to find me.”

he doesn’t tell her that he’d heard from a customer about the way jeongguk had been treating her, about his series of drunk episodes. he doesn’t tell her that he’d spotted her while out on a date with doyeon, had made an excuse about having to go home early only to run to her. 

“is it him again?” he asks and immediately her smile falters, eyes looking down at her own two feet.

i would treat you better.

“yes,” she says, “i just... i should’ve just... not bothered.”

there’s a soft silence that engulfs them but it speaks millions. her hair against the summer breeze is beautiful and ten wishes she could adorn a smile that would match the sun once more.

“here,” he reaches out into his pocket before he pulls out a flower, a yellow tulip. “for you.”

it sickens him a little, that he’ll only ever be able to do this for her. when he’d want to do so much more, to protect her (at the back of his mind, maybe, be with her). 

“a yellow tulip?”

“yes,” he replies and subconsciously he slides closer towards her, “it means that there’s sunshine in your smile.”

“oh.”

“so please smile more.”

and she does, she turns to ten and the corners of her lips turn upwards and ah, there it is, he thinks, and he wishes she could be like this forever, even if his own happiness is up at stake. 

“like this?” she giggles.

“yes,” he turns away, suddenly too enamoured by the sunshine in her eyes. “you’re the prettiest when you smile.”

[monoka]

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[hmten-blog]

( &–– bruise )

@hmxhaein

it’s a little awkward really and ten’s not too sure why. he’s tried everything to get along with her, has watched her from the corner of his eye in the most subtle of ways, tried to initiate conversation about the flowers hell –– even the weather in order to have a good ol’ conversation but it never really works out and he’s not too sure why.

in every sense of the word, ten is oblivious to things that involve him. sure he knows a fair amount about the crushes running through the towns; who likes who and who hates who and who has been lowkey cheating on who. and maybe it’s because he’s so into all this gossip and because people tend to come to him so much that ten finds it important that he’s... likeable. or something of that sort. the last thing he’d want was to have the daughter of the owner of the flower shop he worked at disliking him for god knows what reason. 

he puckers his lips a little like a child, oh well, he thinks, he’ll try again next time. haein is a nice person, ten is sure of that, she’s just unreadable and ten, an idiot. 

with a little sigh escaping his lips, he focuses on the task at hand. the pot he’s carrying is rather heavy ( ‘i’ll take care of this!’ he had said, trying to be as gentleman-like as possible ) but truth be told he was struggling, shaking a little as he carried it.

“w––woah!” but the pot gets a little too heavy and ten stumbles on his own two feet before he trips, the pot crashing onto the floor and cutting his fingers deep. “ow,” he mumbles getting up on his knees as he looked at the blood oozing out of his fingers. gross. “oh wow –– ow ow!”

[hmten-blog]

“Go to Germany and have kids together.”

he splutters at her words, eyes widening but it’s not soon after that a laugh breaks across his lips and he’s smiling at her. dream big, he’d always thought and as crazy as running away to germany sounded it didn’t exactly sound impossible as well. “germany,” he begins, and it’s hard for him to fight off the smile on his face. “i heard the weather there is nice,” he says and he turns to her, resting his chin against his palm. “and that the people there are nice too.”

he picks at a flower and tucks it behind her ear, still grinning. “we could live in a small house. have two kids; one boy and one girl,” he plays around with the idea, it doesn’t sound too bad –– a life away from marigold and yongdam. “open up our own little flower shop there. sounds like a good idea right?”

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( &-- a quiet tide )

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“ah—well, that’s alright! do you mind if i stay with you?” she asked him. it probably wouldn’t be too long before haein comes back from her daily deliveries. 

[hmten-blog]

you’d expect him to be used to the way his heart would flutter at the sight of her, or the way the world seemed as though to momentarily pause as she walked towards him; but no. the contraction in his chest would always remain foreign, always too strong for him to not ignore but enough for him to pretend as though they didn’t exist on the surface.

he pulls off his gloves, sets them down by the table before he’s making his way towards the counter. “oh,” he says as though sure that she wouldn’t have once looked his way –– as a companion or as a... well, yes. 

again he gets a little too nervous but he brushes it off quickly, smiles at her instead and nods. “of course! i don’t have the pink hair but i could also be a haein stand in,” he jokes, grabbing a stool for her.

when he’s finally settled down he purses his lips, a question itching at the back of his mind –– is it him again? he nearly asks but he doesn’t. instead he pretends to busy himself whilst fumbling with his gloves before looking up at her. “are you here to get flowers again?” and he can’t help but ask (momentarily he remembers the phrase curiosity killed the cat but any sign that nayeon’s feelings for ten might be mutual have long been dead). “for a certain... someone?”

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( &–– [chae]won my heart )

@hmchaewon

it’s odd. he had brushed it off as a coincidence at first, these flowers left randomly by the flower shop and then by the entrance of the store and then at places around yongdam he’d usually hang around on his break. ten has never been very observant, the only thing he ever really truly paid attention to was the growth of his flowers and the small garden at his home.

but the flowers –– these odd bunches that would come as though specifically delivered for him brought about some kind of curiosity. firstly –– what. and secondly –– why him? he was nowhere near special, if anything he was perhaps one of the most average of boys that he knew. and yet here he was, receiving flowers from a stranger (not that he minded though, he kept these flowers well).

it had come to a point where he couldn’t simply stay admiring these flowers, instead too built up on curiosity to let this case rest. instead he’d thought up a plan, one that he was sure wouldn’t fail.

he’d left for work slightly earlier than usual, biking his way from marigold to yongdam through his usual route. perhaps it’s a little silly (quite silly actually) but he hides behind the counter, squatted down with his head resting against the wall. i’ll find them today, he tells himself, i’ll find this flower... thief... this opposite thief... 

and so he sits in silence, eyes glued onto the door and determined. but then he yawns, and a yawn evolves into a large sigh and suddenly his eyelids feel a little too heavy to keep open even if for this opposite thief. he licks at his bottom lip, body going slump before he completely forgets the reason he’d even come this early in the first place.

[hmten-blog]

( &-- our roses are red )

@hmdoyeon

on most days he smiles at her, gives her the best bouquet and picks out the freshest of flowers. on most days he wishes her good luck and tells her to find strength because it’s the only thing he can really do. it’s sort of funny really, how he watches as the girl that he likes pines over someone else and he cheers her on, even tells her that he’ll hope for the best because ten is an idiot and for some reason her happiness adds to his.

though it’s momentary bliss when he watches her because the reminder that it isn’t him –– that it’s someone else she’s doing this for stabs him in the chest multiple times and ten forces a smile, an artificial ‘good luck!’ before he’s turning to his own feet and regretting his life choices. 

on his worst days, ten doesn’t say a thing, his smile falters a little more though he tries his hardest not to make it too obvious. he passes her the flowers (still the freshest, only for her) and pretends as though he’s too busy to carry a proper conversation. it’s his fault really, he’d fallen for a girl that would never turn to look at him and he couldn’t blame her. ten was a simple kid, a boy that worked for a flower shop and struggled to keep his grades steady.

he sighs softly as he thinks about this, lying on the grass as one hand picks on the ends of his shirt. it’s then when he rolls over, turning to doyeon and lifting himself up with his arm. “hey,” he finally says, eyes meeting hers, “doyeon do you think i’m a...” a pause. “do you think i’m a hard person ... to like? i mean –– a hard person to have a crush on... i mean –– uhm... just... not... crush material?”

[hmten-blog]

( &-- a quiet tide )

@hmnayeon

he’d spent most of the day tending to the flowers, hand in his gloves and sweat beading down his forehead. he’d been tasked with keeping the store in check and truth be told he didn’t exactly mind, spending time alone with the flowers was almost calming -- therapeutic of some sort.

carefully he picks at the flowers, choosing only the best ones to include in a bouquet a customer had not long ago requested (’it’s for my wife,’ the man had said, ‘she’s angry at me and i don’t know how to soother her!’). he’s no professional at handling angry women (not having spent long enough with his mother to ever see her angry) but he would like to believe that he’s a professional at flowers and reading them. so with soft hands he bunches them together to make a beautiful bouquet.

it’s then when he hears the doors of the store open and footsteps approaching him. “welcome!” he says almost instantaneously, eyes still fixated on the bouquet. he gives the ribbon one last pull before he looks up and oh. 

as cliché as it may have sounded he sees a soft glow and immediately his chest clenches in a way that’s oh so familiar by now. “nayeon!” he grins and he’s good at this game -- playing it cool, playing it off -- “ah, it’s just me in the store today.” he refuses to acknowledge the small drop in his voice.

[hmten-blog]

roses are red violets are blue hi i rp ten chittaphon and i’d love to plot with u!!

hello everyone!!! so im 12 hours late to the opening... sheds a tear... but im here now!! and i’ve already received some super sweet ims from people that i’ll get to replying soon! anyways!! im fifi and i play this small tiny florist ten & i cant wait to get to plotting with all of you!! feel free to jump into my ims or ask or add me on aim (@n.etichen) or follow me on twitter (@softkji) if you’d like to plot!! or u know u could always like this post instead and i’ll jump @ u guys haha ;) also underneath the cut is a few simple facts about ten to get the ball rolling WHEEE

ten is originally from thailand but his father abandoned him when he was 6 so now he lives with a korean couple in marigold & has taken their last name

he’s currently in university

he works at the flower shop in yongdam

he loves loves loves flowers and its mostly because when he was younger he saw this rly pretty girl in a floral dress and thats how his interest... blossomed (heheh see my pun)

sort of knows about the crushes here & there because ppl come up to him and ask him to make bouquets or help pick out flowers for their crushes ;)

is honestly a soft baby lowkey

all he wants is to meet his birth father again one day

[taesyong]