Vyn was kind enough to help you move a large flower pot into your house.
A large flower pot you impulsively ordered 2 weeks ago for Sunny to hide in.
You also didn't forget to buy your daily flower pot, which he also offered to help carry.
You'd always buy one flower pot when visiting him, it was a habit you recently adopted.
A bad habit that ate away at your wallet.
He asks for your phone number after, and you play it cool, agreeing casually.
"Contact me whenever you need help, I'm always free."
"Yeah, sure."
You even gave him one of your flowers as a gift after getting his number.
Something changed.
You feel the flowers in your heart multiplying.
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.
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JULY 5 20XX
Since when has anyone been this kind to me? Maybe it was just a part of his job.
I haven't socially interacted much in my entire life, but I think he would be a popular guy in highschool.
He seems like the type to help you carry books out of nowhere, just out of kindness.
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Florist (Vyn x Reader)
Fanfictionhanahaki tw . . . Your heart doesn't feel alive, even though it clearly beats, but towards Vyn and your sweet garden, flowers seem to bloom and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach tearing you apart. . . . Inspired by the song, I Hear a Symp...
