Hearing the sound of her knock almost made him flinch. Quickly, he shut his eyes and pulled the covers over him. While pretending to be asleep is defiantly not going to solve his problems, he really wished that it did. He really wished that he didn't shake his head no to her question without pondering much about it.
Kangdae frowned as he opened up his eyes. Unwillingly, he forced himself to sit up. His feet laid on top of the floor as he sat there slouching. "I'm fine," he said in a deadpanned manner while looking over to her. "And what about you? Are you alright?"
The flowers. Now that he thinks about it, he has no clue what to say for himself. Of course, it may be the right way to just say that he picked them out from the ground because he thought it'd be a way to make her happy. Yet on the other hand, he wondered if that would be an odd thing for him to say. She might believe so, it seems probable, and then he wouldn't know what to do to make things better.
"Here, take these," he mumbled while holding the azaleas out, "I took these from Myung because he practically picked out a whole field to cheer up this palace maid or seamstress he sees every evening. I am not sure what he did, but he feels really bad about it. So I asked if I can take some, and he let me."
Looking down at them, his fingers gently squeezed them. Does that sound right? It makes more sense than willingly picking the flowers. Would she be able to tell? Kangdae stood up from the bed, walking over to Jimin. He took a single azalea out before handing her the rest. Carefully, he took one more step closer and placed the flower behind her ear. "Pretty" he whispered, making sure that the flower was neatly in place.