‘Yeah yeah… I forgot. And you probably still hate me but you can’t hate these. No woman can.’ He pauses midway through his note, and stares at the box someone had clearly wrapped without his involvement. It was tedious for Ryu but the selection of bracelets were his, as were the flowers his mother would constantly remind him to get - because every woman loves flowers. ’Swarovski for your tiny wrist without cramping your uhm.. style. And I know you have a thing for purple. Enjoy while they’re still alive.’ He actually smiles before sending the parcel off for posting. There’s no “Happy Birthday” - the gifts had a far larger meaning than that.
The note was short but thoughtful. She’s been shocked by Yun’s concern since they started talking again. Of course she notices there was no actual greeting. No sign of ‘birthday’ written anywhere but that one doesn’t surprise her and it reassures her he was still the same person. So with a wide grin plastered onto her face, she scurries to grab her phone and send him a text. The first in a long while, and she wasn’t even sure he gave her his actual number. Just because. It’s Yun.
[ sms → aho ] is this the right number? yun?
[ sms → aho ] look. you’re a show off and you’re rude… but… thank you for these, really. so fancy. how did you know I liked purple?
