The seventh rose came today. I smiled thankfully as the florist and took the rose gently from the older woman. She smiled at me sweetly.
"You must have such a nice wife if she sends you a rose each day, kid." She smiled. I quickly shook my head.
"These are from my boyfriend San." I smiled proudly. She gasped and left quickly.
So she was one of them, an HP. A homophobe.
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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...
