His name was Park Chanyeol. I only knew him as the quiet boy under the tree with the smile of an angel. It’s been three weeks, the same spot, the same book, every Saturday he’ll be under the tree. Smiling to himself as he continues to read. In three weeks I found out that he loves white daises, that he loves to read and laugh to himself. In those three weeks I feel myself feeling attracted and attached. Everyday it has became a habit. I’ll be waiting by the bridge until he walks by to his usual spot. Another week has gone by, It was finally time. In my hands there it was a batch of white daises. It was beautiful, I had the courage and went up to him giving him the batch of beautiful flowers. My shadow looms over his sleeping figure, eyes close. He spoke. As I watched his lips moved, "You finally came". I felt myself turning red.
Miracles in December | Chen
xiuchen for penny (((sorry if it isn’t pretty enough for you ;_;)))
keeping you close..
Have yourself a merry little christmas ♬
Baekhyun’s pretty fingers
countdown to zitao’s birthday: day N°55