𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 [JoongDunk]

ᴄʜ-15 ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴇᴅ

Joong entered the shop with a bright smile, holding a tray of coffees and a bag of snacks. Dunk looked up from arranging flowers, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of Joong.

Dunk: "Hey, Joong! You're becoming quite the regular here."

Joong chuckled, setting the tray and bag down on the counter.

Joong: "Well, I figured you could use the caffeine boost, and Adam always seems to enjoy these snacks."

Adam, who had been arranging bouquets nearby, perked up at the mention of snacks.

Adam: "Thanks, old man! You're the best!"

Joong ruffled Adam's hair with a smile, feeling a warmth spread through him at the teenager's enthusiasm.

Joong: "No problem, kid. Anything for my favorite assistant florist."

Dunk chuckled, grateful for the lighthearted atmosphere that Joong brought with him.

Dunk: "Thanks, Joong. It's nice having you around."

As they settled in for another day at the shop, the air filled with laughter and chatter, the bonds of friendship renewed and strengthened with each passing moment. Little did they know, the simple act of sharing coffee and snacks would become a cherished tradition, a symbol of the connection that bound them together in both good times and bad.

As they sat together, sipping their coffee amidst the fragrant blooms of the shop, Joong's mind drifted to the lingering question that had been on his mind.

Joong: "Dunk, I've been thinking... What are your thoughts about us going into a relationship?"

Dunk's expression turned solemn, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

Dunk: "I... I don't think that's a good idea, Joong."

Joong's heart sank at Dunk's response, a pang of disappointment gnawing at him.

Joong: "But why, Dunk? Is it because of what happened before?"

Dunk hesitated, his gaze dropping to the table as he wrestled with his words.

Dunk: "It's... complicated, Joong. Let's just say my past relationship was... toxic."

Joong's brow furrowed with concern, his curiosity piqued.

Joong: "I understand, Dunk. But can you tell me more about it? I want to understand."

Dunk's eyes clouded with emotion, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dunk: "Joong, please... I'd rather not talk about it. Some things are better left in the past."

Joong nodded, sensing Dunk's reluctance to delve into painful memories. With a heavy heart, he respected Dunk's wishes, knowing that some wounds ran too deep to be easily healed.

As they finished their coffee in silence, Joong couldn't help but wonder about the scars that Dunk carried with him. Little did he know, the journey to understanding would require patience, compassion, and a willingness to confront the shadows of the past.