My Mate Is Too Shy {Jiminxreader}

58) Of One Chance

Date: January 29th
Time: 3:37pm
Location: The cursed florist shop
Mood: Slytherins thinking they won the house cup before Dumbledore arrives and ruins everyone's dinner with his prejudice ass

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It was two weeks before Y/n mustered up the courage to go back to the florist shop. In that space of time it seemed like something had shifted in her. Whether that was due to the newly hated therapy sessions, or the relentless love that Jimin shoveled onto her at every moment, or possibly the medicine that she diligently took every night, she couldn't pinpoint the culprit for sure.

Something was just different. First it started with her emotions fluctuating up and down, making her feel things that weren't considered her normal. One moment she wanted to choke Carl into submission and the next she wanted to hug her mom and tell she loved her. Once Jimin smiled and she cried for ten minutes over the way his eyes looked. Another time she became enraged when it rained and got her hair wet.

Eventually she was able to gain some control. But at that point, she was a blank slate. Inside, she felt nothing. Just a big empty shell of numbness. If that was a word. It was somewhat alarming, but was preferable to the recent emotions she had been put through. And it emboldened her to some degree.

Was it bravery? Or was she at the end of her rope? Whatever it was, she really didn't care. Not about anything. Certainly not about what anyone thought of her. And thus, she was about to do something she had been hesitating on for too long.

Cold wind rushed into the florist shop as she walked in as if she owned the place, keeping her head held high as she scanned the room. All these stupid flowers. Why were there so many? A beautiful display of Monkshood flowers sat directly on the counter and she barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course they would be here.

Monkshood: danger, a foe is nearby waiting for you.

"You got this." Hyuna urged her to keep going.

That's right. Hyuna was here! If anything bad were to happen, she could always jump behind her. Her best friend would probably wrestle a tiger for her. And Y/n could do this! She knew how to fold a fitted sheet. She could tell time without a digital clock. She was dating a mythological creature for god's sake, she could handle this.

There, amongst an assortment of printed tissue paper, he stood...the back of his head facing her. She really wanted to smack it...

"Yo, old man!"

And now she wanted to smack Hyuna. Her...father? No. That wasn't how she should think of him. The middle-aged man turned to regard them. A hint of irritation was apparent on his face as his gaze swept over Hyuna but he stilled when his eyes met her. The recognition was so obvious even her friend was able to see. Although it had been fourteen years since he'd last done so, he knew who Y/n was the moment he laid on eyes on her.

He knew. And he didn't seem very shocked to see her.

"Pumpkin?"

Pumpkin. The most generic and cringey nickname he could have come up with. Once it had meant something to her. It used to be special. Now? It was just a stranger calling her in a foreign language. There was no room for affection here. He should be ashamed of himself for trying to insert it.

She swallowed thickly, putting all of her focus into keeping the stutter out of her voice. Through therapy, working on ridding herself of the speech impediment was the first goal set before her. "That's not my name. You-" she had to pause and take a calming breath. "You know my name. Am I right?"