BLUSH / @mmhyerin
skip, at his core, is a romantic.
anyone privy to his relationship habits would chance to say otherwise. and sure, many times these tender acts of romance are simply a means of ending up stark naked in someone else’s bed, but his intentions are usually pure, honest.
regardless of intent, all the endeavors stem from the same root — a desire for what he feels he cannot have, to play the part of the doting boyfriend without having to fully commit to it. romantic window shopping. even if many of the objects of these affections end up being fleeting encounters, it temporarily quells the quiet need for courtship in his heart.
this is how he finds himself in a concert hall, a quaint bouquet of slightly wilted baby pink roses clutched in his hands (per his mom’s suggestion, though he did select the flowers himself, at least), eyes scanning the weaving crowd for hyerin.
he finds hyerin to be supremely cool — musically talented, genuinely kind, and cute to boot. it’s all too easy to unknowingly fall into these habits with someone like her. his face perks up into a shining grin the moment he spots her, tucked nervously among the swell of people, and he’s able to quickly clear a pathway.
“...man, that was awesome,” he enthuses once he’s properly towering over her, rather loudly considering the volume of conversational hum surrounding them. “makes me wish my mom woulda got me playin’ an instrument when i was a kid. then i coulda been up there with you.”
there’s a beat, as he presents the bouquet — purchased from her workplace, but special nonetheless. “uh... these are for you. i know you dig pink, right? you for sure know more about flowers than me, but i thought they were cool. reminded me of you.”