⚘ : lake。

@❛ ⚘ — ning yizhuo! "yizhuo, will you..." soobin mumbles to himself for the umpteenth time, having spent several days rehearsing in the mirror before finally conjuring up the courage to stand at her doorstep - a bouquet of peonies with eucalyptus leaves in hand accompanied by a gold pearl necklace. the flowers ranged from blush to cerise while a singular caged pearl hung from the necklace, the enclosure in the shape of a conch shell. he had kept the pearl ever since they were kids, on the very day he realized his feelings for her. growing up, their families always brought them to the flower dance, but yizhuo had moved away for high school, returning about a year ago, and this was his first opportunity to properly ask her himself.

taking a deep breath, he moves his free hand to ring the doorbell, his heart pounding in his chest in anticipation. once the door creaks open, his lips part, unable to utter a word - it's as if soobin had laid eyes on her for the very first time, his cheeks growing warm. "do... dance... with me?" idiot. he winces, a slight panic stirring within him. "s-sorry, hi yizhuo. i know this is sudden and i hope i wasn't interrupting anything, but i wanted to ask..." he extends the gifts out to her, offering her a bashful smile, and his gaze softening with his tone. "would you go to the flower dance with me?"