❛ daisy ❜

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The next day was sunnier, after nights of rain and more rain. Chan sat on his usual bench, wondering how it was already an year and a day since Minho left the world. It felt like yesterday.

He was having a spiral of thought, so disconnected from reality that he didn't realise the kids coming to play in the playground.

"Channie hyung!!!" 

"Hey jisung" he said wiping a tear off and letting the kid sit on his lap.

"Were you crying hyung??" Jeongin asked with a small pout to which Chan shook his head.

"I'm just tired" He smiled brightly at the kids.

"You look old when you're tired" Chan laughed at Seungmin's statement and ruffled the boy's hair, "Maybe I am Minnie"

"Hey seung, don't say that, you'll hurt hyung's feelings!!" Felix said slapping Seungmin's left arm.

"Hey hyung, I wanna learn to draw" Hyunjin's words came randomly but hurt the oldest right to the core. It reminded him of the daisies his past lover would draw.

"I'm not that good hyune-" "Minho hyung was good at it" Chan was cut off by Changbin's words who looked down gloomily.

"Who's Minho hyung???" Hyunjin and Jisung asked in unison.

"Just a friend " he wanted to ball out his eyes and hug kids telling them how beautiful Minho was, how much they loved.

"They left us. Minho hyung and my Chaeryoung"

Chan patted Changbin's back, "no baby they didn't. Look at the shrub of daisies. See that ?? They're living there. Look closely you'll see them. If not, close your eyes you'll feel them, hear them. They haven't left binnie, they're always with us."

Changbin's eyes widened as his entire attention drifted towards the bush. Unconsciously, the boy started conversing with the inanimate bush.

Chan hated lying, especially to himself. The kids went on playing and Changbin kept talking with the bush.

As he glanced at the kids, Chan felt huge sense of protectiveness. As if his main purpose in life was to cherish them. After what had happened to Minho and Chaeryoung, Chan had grown to be more and more protective. His heart ached at the thought of protecting the little pure daisies who knew nothing of the injustices that the world could throw upon them.

I'll look after your daisies Minho, he thought. But there was something wrong with the statement. He thought again,

I'll look after our daisies.

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hello!! thank you for reading<3 hope this wasn't crappy but i swear i tried my best ;-; pls leave a comment on what you think is good n what needs to improve, it would be rlly helpful. and thnx again, stay safe 💗

❛ daisy ❜ banginho
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