Namjoon's POV
I couldn't believe that the girl I was looking for finally stood in front of my eyes. I didn't know why I couldn't muster up the courage to talk to her.
She was standing in a flower shop, making a beautiful bouquet, surrounded by the exquisite scent of the flowers. I was utterly infatuated by her. I was a lost cause. I couldn't think of anything else and sent her a luscious bouquet with a card.
I wanted to stay there longer, but couldn't, because of the crowd. I wished I could have looked longer…
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Hae Jin's POV
While setting up a bouquet, I heard someone call me.
"This is for you. A guy asked me to deliver this to you. Are you dating?" my assistant questioned with a smile. "Here!" she said and handed me the bouquet.
It was a beautiful bouquet that I had made myself a while ago, which meant the person who sent me this visited the shop earlier.
I looked back and forth, but saw no one. Opening the letter, I was faced with a poem.
"To the girl who sends bouquets,
I feel a heaviness in my heart.
It's a mixture of emotions and feelings.
The butterflies overtake my chest.
It only happens when I think of you.
I get scared and nervous.
Because it's too late for me.
I've fallen deep into the abyss of your love.
I keep sinking deeper and deeper.
It scares me.
Because I'm reaching out to you.
I'm longing for your grip.
To pull me up into your arms.
From your admirer,
KNJ"
I felt like my heart skipped a beat.
Was the secret leaked?
I wished that it was not true.
But those words...
Why did those words make my heart beat faster?
Am I feeling something too?
I tried to shake off every thought in my mind.
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Namjoon's POV
I wondered how she felt when she read through my letter. I waited for her reply anxiously. I couldn't sleep at night thinking about her, and, even if I slept, I would dream of her. She was constantly on my mind and in my heart.
Yet... nothing happened.
I didn't receive neither a bouquet nor a letter this time. I waited one more day but the next day I didn't get anything either. That was when I thought that I should send her another bouquet, completely compelled by my heart.
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Love is not about who you live with; it's about whom you cannot live without. - Rafael Ortiz
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Poem: The Abyss by Derek S. Weaver♡
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The Mysterious Florist || KNJ.
FanfictionLove came to them like a miracle, the most beautiful miracle. They smile seeing someone smile and they get hurt seeing someone sad. Love means giving away your pen to someone else and allow them to write in your pages. They may not be together alway...
