This entire short story will be from Wooyoung's point of view.
The first rose came to my front door this morning. A singular peach rose. The woman who gave me your rose smiled sweetly and left the door, just as you did.
It was too soon, just like our love. We were "too young" and "too reckless." God I wish I believed them, then you would still be here with me.
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27 Roses and a Bouquet Woosan
FanfictionA rose per day I missed, and a bouquet to go out on. Wooyoung is a lover, and San is a soldier drafted for the war at a far too young age. San arranged for Wooyoung to receive a rose each day until he planned to propose. Wooyoung was told his lo...
