"Son, buy me some more flowers, please."
His father said, tying some white sheer at the end of the aisle.
Jisoo nodded, dropping the box of décor on the floor—a thud echoing through the high ceilings of the chapel. He rolled up to his sleeves to his elbows, veins spiralling around his forearm. "What kind?"
It took a moment for his father to answer, too focused on trying to make everything as perfect as possible. Eventually, he replied, "White roses would be nice." He gathered some flowers together and tucked the stem of the florals into the sheer that was tied at the end of the pew. "And I heard there was a new flower shop that opened nearby."
Jisoo raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Yeah, Heaven's flowers I think it's called."
Jisoo frowned, nodding—and like the good son he is—he obeyed his dad without any further questions and headed out of his father's church.
Jisoo walked down the street.
The morning sun shining bright as sweat dripped down from his neck and under his black shirt. He shouldn't be wearing all black with a long sleeve in spring, but it was much colder in his father's church and he wasn't expecting to walk some miles outside in the hot sun.
He turned his head to the side, finding a shop with some flowers peeking through the glass. Jisoo glanced up to double check if it was the correct one his Dad mentioned—though, it was kind of pointless considering this was the only flower shop open in town near church.
Heaven's Flowers was written on the top of the store in a white, matte cursive with a white rose drawn next toit.
Jisoo wrapped a hand around the door handle and pushed the heavy glass open.
A bell rang above him, the sudden coldness of the shop gushed down his spine. Jisoo shivered as he stepped into the shop, the sweet and pure scent from the flowers swirling around and into his nose. He sighed at the smell of the shop. It was much more refreshing compared to the humid breeze outside—much more refreshing than the smell of the sun steaming his nose whilst his clothes stuck onto the excessive sweat dripping down his arms and back.
His eyes scanned around the store, recognising some simple flowers in all different colours: red, white, and pink roses and carnations.
Jisoo almost always prefered a more neutral and simple colour scheme and aesthetic; beige, white, gray, and brown, maybe some touches of a bolder and a more solid colour for some contrast. He didn't like bold colours, he thought it was too obnoxious and blinding to the eye. However, the bright colours of the flowers were pretty to Jisoo and was kind of like a breath of fresh air—new and different from what he was used to, but done in a pleasant way.
There were also a bunch of other colourful flowers displayed on the walls that Jisoo couldn't exactly put a finger on and name.
His eyes landed on a small man with not-too-long blonde hair. He was wearing a white dress shirt under a pastel pink apron. Jisoo made an obvious guess that he was a florist of the shop.
"Hi, how can I help you?" The florist's voice was soft with an adorable nasally sound.
Jisoo approached the man.
And his jaw nearly dropped onto the ground.
Jisoo stared in shock, his breath completely taken away when he saw how beautiful the man was. He looked exactly what Jisoo would think of when an angel falls from Heaven. Beautiful blonde hair waved past his face and behind his neck, the strands framing his sharp and high cheekbones beautifully.
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HEAVEN'S FLOWERS.
Storie d'amoreA Jihan short story where Jeonghan is a florist and Jisoo thinks he's absolutely beautiful. - Completed: 01/ 09/ 2021. - Ao3 // @kompsos This fanfic is cross-posted on Ao3.