𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 [JoongDunk]

ᴄʜ-2 ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

Pond's words continued to linger in Joong's thoughts as he strolled through the city the next day. Spotting a charming florist shop, he decided to step in, hoping to distract himself from the complexities of his love life.

The bell above the door chimed as Joong entered, and his eyes fell upon Dunk, who was diligently arranging flowers behind the counter. Unaware of Dunk's name, Joong couldn't help but be drawn to the colorful display.

Joong, wearing his signature smirk, approached Dunk.

Joong: "Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I take a look at your flowers?"

Dunk, with a polite smile, welcomed him.

Dunk: "Not at all. Feel free to browse."

As Joong explored the floral arrangements, he couldn't deny the meticulous care Dunk put into his work. A subtle curiosity grew within Joong, challenging his usual nonchalant attitude.

Choosing a bouquet without his usual flirtatious banter, Joong approached the counter.

Joong: "I'll take these. They're perfect."

Dunk, wrapping the bouquet with a knowing smile, replied.

Dunk: "They'll surely bring joy to someone's day."

Joong left the shop, the bouquet in hand, unknowingly carrying a seed of change within him. Pond's words echoed, and Joong couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter might lead to something unexpected.

The next day, Joong found himself back at the bar, where Pond awaited with a raised eyebrow.

Pond: "So, another conquest?"

Joong, a mysterious glint in his eye, took a seat.

Joong: "No conquest this time. I bought flowers."

Pond's eyes widened; disbelief written on his face.

Pond: "Flowers? Who are you, and what have you done with Joong?"

Joong chuckled, a sense of intrigue in his tone.

Joong: "Met someone at a florist shop. Interesting character. Didn't catch her name, though."

Pond leaned in, curious.

Pond: "Interesting character? You're not even trying to remember names now?"

Joong shrugged, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

Joong: "Maybe I'm changing my approach. Who knows? Life's full of surprises."

As Joong contemplated the bouquet in his hands, Pond couldn't help but wonder if this mysterious florist had sparked a change in his friend that went beyond their usual escapades. Little did Joong know, this encounter might just be the beginning of a new chapter in his playboy tale.

In the days that followed, Joong found himself drawn to the memory of the mysterious florist. The unnamed encounter lingered in his mind, a subtle undercurrent beneath his usual carefree demeanor.

One evening, Joong wandered the streets, the bouquet long gone, but the curiosity remained. He passed by the florist shop, hesitating for a moment before deciding to step inside.

The bell chimed, and there 'she' was—Dunk, behind the counter, arranging flowers with a serene focus.

Joong, feigning nonchalance, approached.

Joong: "Back for more flowers. Got any recommendations?"

Dunk, a glint of recognition in his eyes, smiled.

Dunk: "I remember you. The roses were a good choice last time."

Joong, taken aback by the fact that 'she' remembered, grinned.

Joong: "Impressive memory. What's your name, by the way?"

Dunk chuckled.

Dunk: "Dunk. And you?"

Joong, realizing he hadn't introduced himself before, smirked.

Joong: "Joong. Nice to officially meet you, Dunk."

As Joong left the shop, a newfound curiosity sparked within him. Unbeknownst to Joong, the threads of connection had started weaving, and the playboy might just find himself entangled in a story he never saw coming.

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Please do remember that Joong still sees Dunk as a girl. So, the pronouns (he/she) would get switched depending on who's point of view Dunk is shown.