The flower language of the daisy.
A love that cannot be realized.
* * *
"Hey, lady. I'm going out."
Jeongguk's affectionate voice was heard. The female protagonist, with a stern face, smiled prettily. Jeongguk's voice had become noticeably more affectionate. It was very different from the first time.
"Let's meet at the Han River Bridge at 4 o'clock today."
"...yes?"
"Didn't you hear?"
Yeoju had never been outside before. She swallowed dryly and nodded slowly.
* * *
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yeoju went outside to meet Jeongguk. Still unaccustomed to walking, Yeoju felt a sharp tingling in her legs. It was inevitable, given her status as a doll.
'Master...'
What was the master thinking when he asked me to meet him? Yeoju pondered. As she took a step forward, the beautiful scenery of the Han River captivated her vision. The flowing waves, the blue sea, seemed to splash within her eyes.
"pretty."
A word she'd been holding back, unknowingly, escaped her lips. "So beautiful." Gazing at the beautiful sea, the corners of her previously stiff mouth lifted slightly. Even though she was merely a doll, she felt emotions.
'Come quickly, master.'
The heroine closed her eyes gently and waited for Jeong-guk without stopping.
* * *
Hours had passed, and the once bright sun was beginning to set, leaving a crimson sunset. We'd clearly agreed to meet at four, but Jeongguk was nowhere to be seen. All I could see was the dwindling crowd.
"..Why aren't you coming?"
Yeo-ju finally left Jeong-guk behind and returned home. Strangely, tears welled up in her eyes as Jeong-guk, who was nowhere to be seen until the very end, disappeared. "He wasn't abandoned, was he? He must have just forgotten," she consoled herself.
"I'm back."
Yeoju entered the house. Only an empty air filled the house, and Jeongguk was gone. Yeoju let out a small sigh and muttered.
"..Was I a puppet to my master?"
The heroine turned on the TV, unable to hide her sad eyes.
The news was on TV. It was about a man in his twenties who had been involved in a car accident in his neighborhood today. The time was 3:48 PM. He had bought a bouquet of flowers and was on his way home when the accident occurred. He was rushed to the hospital, but tragically, he passed away.
"Why is this happening in our neighborhood..."
The female protagonist, unable to hide her depression, turned off the TV.
* * *
A few hours ago, after work, Jungkook walked into a small flower shop. Beautiful flowers caught his eye. Among them, one flower shone strangely brightly. Jungkook quickly grabbed it.
"How much is this flower?"
"Five thousand won. If you don't mind, may I ask who you're giving it to?"
"..Just a friend."
"Really? Then... that's okay."
The florist wrapped the flowers as beautifully as possible and handed them to Jungkook. Jungkook left the shop with a smile on his face. The florist watched Jungkook's back and muttered something softly.
"Why of all peopleSangsahwa"I chose it."
Jungkook clutched his watch tightly in his hand and glanced at the time. It was 3:47. Thinking this was enough, he took a step forward as the crosswalk changed direction.
'I'm sure the heroine will like my hair cut too.'
bang.
The clock struck 3:48 with a loud clanging sound.