"A Gardener must be patient. He must be able to control his composure in all moments. For plants can be very atune to every fluctuation of a Gardener's emotion."

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"Kim Taehyung... Kim? " the Gardener asked in anger. "You called me Miss.Kim even though your own name is Kim?! "

"Calm down, old man. It was a joke." Taehyung smiled before turning to leave.

"I'm only 25 years old! " the Gardener screamed at the boy's disappearing figure. The Gardener's face was flushed as his breathing became raspy. Grasping his chest in pain, the Gardener crouches down to catch his breath.

"Young Master!" a young girl screams from a distance. She ties her skirt to the side so she wouldn't trip or fall. Running towards the hunched over man, she gently touches his back to signal her presence. The Gardener continues to gasp for air as he begins to cough.

"Breathe in for four seconds and slowly breathe out for eight seconds." the girl whispers as she gently rubs his back.

Once the Gardener regains control over his respiratory system, he let's out a heavy sigh before collapsing on his back. The cool grass nestles his body as his eyes search the clear sky for answers.

"I guess I am an old man." He reluctantly confesses.

"No, just a stupid one." The housekeeper puffs out her cheek in frustration. "What in the world would make you so upset? You do know how dangerous it is when you get worked up, don't you?"

"I'm fine." the Gardener mutters

"Yeah...you sure look fine." the girl says sarcastically.

"It was just air pollution! " the Gardener yells in frustration which causes him to begin coughing again.

"You're the worst lier!" The girls let's out a frustrated breath before getting up. Brushing any dirt off of her skirt, the housekeeper pulls out a sealed envelop and hands it to him.

"Whose it from?"

"It's the only person who ever contacts you." The girl walks away as the gardener fingers the fancy envelope.

"That boy must have delivered this." the Gardener mused. Tearing the tip of the envelope, the letter falls out along with a small picture.

April 22, 1923. Miss Abigail Lee will be visiting you for dinner sometime in May. Her parents own the chain banks in your area. Research her and dress nicely. If you loved me you would hurry up and get married.

*Do not talk the girl to death about plants like the last girl I sent your way!

The Gardener smirks before setting aside the letter. Taking the small picture, he rips it to shreds before he even looks at the girl's photograph.

"Short and straight to the point, Mom."