Lee Donghyuck entered his apartment and took in a deep breath. In his grasp was a single rose, a gift from someone at the café. He hasn't got a clue to who gifted it to him, but it was for him. That's what the tag attached to the soft, pink rose said. 'To Donghyuck'. There was nothing along with it. He envied whoever did the action, though. It was such a beautiful flower that he couldn't complain. The handwriting was neat, each letter curled on the end. Like a professional calligrapher had done it. But, out of all of the women and men out there that he admired, Haechan only had eyes for one of them. And the one he had eyes on had the messiest handwriting in the world.

     This rose wasn't from Mark Lee. So, even though it was pretty, Haechan burned it. Yes, it was cruel. Did he care? No. Not at all. Call it rude or evil but he didn't need any distractions from work and his already growing problem. Which was Mark?

     "I know it sounds weird but hear me out Na Jaemin."

     "I'm listening! Now spill! Jeez!"

     "I...Think I may have a little crush on Mark...?- I know I know he's bad for me but ughhhhh Jaemin what do I do!!?"

     "Bitch we been knew you liked Mark, why do you think I sent you that rose?"

     "THAT WAS FROM YOU?????? I BURNED THAT WHEN I GOT HOME!!!" Haechan was shocked. His best friend? Giving him a rose? Weird.

     "Haha!! So it did work!!" Jaemin screamed over the phone, celebrating. "I did that on purpose, now you know you have a crush on him. Because you burned a gift that wasn't from him. Make sense?"

     "No not at all, but huh?"

     "Basically, you figured something was useless if it wasn't from him. I guess you got angry because it wasn't him, so you got rid of it. It's hard to explain in words, just trust me on it."

     "Okay Okay, but what do I do!!!!!?" Donghyuck panicked, pacing back and forth in his living room.

     "Do you think he likes you back?"

     "I dONT KNOW"

     "First, CALM DOWN BECAUSE YOU ARE FREAKING OUT AND IT IS FREAKING ME OUT AND WE ARE ALL FREAKING THE FUCK OUT (Come From Away anyone?)"

     "Did you just quote a musical?"

     "YES BUT MOVING ON CALM DOWN"

     "YOU CALM DOWN FIRST"

     "OH MY GOD"

     "GOD"

     "LEE DONGHYUCK"

     "NA JAEMIN"

     There was a knock at the door. It was quiet and shy, so Haechan figured it was Mark. Quickly hanging up, the male walked over to his sticker-covered door, opening it slightly. A very sleepy looking Minhyung stood in front of it, rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses back on right after.

     "Yes?"

     "Could you keep it down a bit...? I'm trying to sleep..." The boy yawned, an aura of anxiety shimmying his way onto him. "B-but you don't have to it's okay...really..."

     "I'm sorry, I'll try and quiet down. I'm just naturally loud. Sorry for waking you up" He smiled politely, beginning to close the door only for it to be stopped by Mark's foot.

     "W-wait...!" Mark's eyes sparked, the negative aura being scared away for a moment, only to come back and fully attack him. The broken mirror pulled his foot back, shaking his head and tripping right back into his safe apartment. Haechan closed the door, a bit disappointed and confused.

     "Was it something I said...? Hmph..."

๑The sun, the starlight,
๑Have met completely by chance.
๑The wall in between,
๑Separates the love they have,
๑Yet they still find each other.