In my waves (will you keep me afloat?)

“I guessed that much,” A car zooms past, taking advantage of the empty street, and Sicheng grabs Yuta’s elbow, pulling him closer instead of nearer to the edge. “You’d like something fresh. Maybe a mix of deep. Spicy? Juniper would be a good touch.”“That’s…”“Creepy? Strange?” Yuta shakes his head, “Taeyong does say it might throw people off. But it’s a habit at this point.”“Interesting, is what I’d say,” juniper. He’s seen the plant once. It hadn’t really been anything spectacular—just green leaves, something in the shape of berries on it. “And pretty accurate.” (Or; No one really tells you, that growing old doesn't always come with growing up. )