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Donald Na sat on the stairs with a bouquet of flowers when he recalled that people used to pluck petals one by one to determine if someone loved them. He jokingly decided to use one of his flowers to try it out.
“He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.”
He continued until the last petal was plucked. Donald froze and began to worry. The final petal had been “he loves me not”.
“That's just a coincidence. Let's try another one.”
It was the same result. He grabbed a third flower and this time started with “he loves me not” but it still ended the same. As if the universe were trolling him, it always ended with “he loves me not”.
Donald began to worry and panic. It couldn't be true, right? Tears began to well up even though he attempted to keep a poker face. Was his confession going to be in vain?
Donald felt someone hug him from behind. “He loves you.” The voice was unmistakably Gray Yeon's.
“Gray!”
“It was cute seeing you destroy your bouquet over trying to figure out my feelings for you.” Gray smiled. “The flowers are wrong, though. I do love you.”
Donald leaned into Gray’s hug. He has been so foolish to believe the petal plucking.