A Love Rewritten (Jikook)-mpreg

Chapter 27: The Flowers of Mystery

It was another routine morning at Jimin’s flower shop. The gentle aroma of fresh blooms filled the air as he meticulously arranged bouquets, finding comfort in the simplicity of his work. Life had been quieter since the divorce, and though he had thought time would ease the heaviness in his chest, the ache lingered.

As he carefully trimmed a rose, a delivery truck pulled up outside. Jimin barely glanced at it, assuming it was just another order for the shop. But when the delivery driver walked in holding a familiar-looking bouquet—one that wasn’t from his store—he felt a familiar sense of curiosity stir.

“Delivery for you,” the driver said with a smile, handing over a delicate arrangement of white lilies and pink tulips. The flowers were carefully wrapped in soft paper, and nestled within the blooms was a small card.

Jimin accepted the bouquet, his heart skipping a beat. Yesterday, a similar bouquet had arrived, but there had been no card, no message at all. Today, however, a card appeared, though still without a name.

Opening it, he read the sweet yet simple message: "Have a sweet day."

He stood there for a moment, staring at the card in his hand. This was the second day in a row he had received flowers. Yesterday, a similar bouquet had shown up at his house, though it had come with no card, no message at all. Today, there was at least this vague note, but it did little to clear up the mystery.

Jimin had tried to ignore the first bouquet, brushing it off as some mistake. But now, with a second delivery, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more behind it. His mind ran through possibilities—friends, family, someone from his past—but none of them made sense. If it were from his friends or loved ones, the message would’ve been more personal, more specific. And what reason did anyone have to send him flowers?

He placed the bouquet on the counter and absentmindedly adjusted a few of the petals. His mind kept drifting back to the divorce—his choice to let Jungkook go, to give him a chance at a future Jimin believed he couldn’t provide.

The thought of that day still haunted him. Jimin had been the one to ask for the divorce, despite knowing how much it hurt them both. It wasn’t because they had fallen out of love—if anything, that was the hardest part. They had loved each other deeply, but love hadn’t been enough to fill the void that came with Jimin’s inability to get pregnant.

He had tried, over and over again, to make peace with it. To believe that their love could be enough, that Jungkook would stay by his side no matter what. But Jimin couldn’t bear the guilt. He knew how much it meant to Jungkook and to the Jeon family to have an heir. He had watched the hope flicker in Jungkook’s eyes, only to see it fade as their attempts to conceive failed time after time.

In the end, Jimin had made the hardest decision of his life. He had asked Jungkook for a divorce, insisting that Jungkook deserved someone who could give him the family he longed for, someone who could carry on the Jeon name. He had told Jungkook to find someone worthy, someone who could give him everything Jimin couldn’t.

The memory of that conversation was still raw. Jungkook had fought against the decision, pleading with Jimin to reconsider. But Jimin had remained firm, even though it had shattered his heart to do so. He wanted Jungkook to be happy, even if it meant letting him go.

Now, standing in his shop with the mysterious flowers before him, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder if Jungkook was somehow behind them. It didn’t make sense. They had parted ways months ago, and Jimin had insisted that Jungkook move on. But who else would send him such thoughtful, yet cryptic bouquets? And why now?

Jimin spent the rest of the day trying to focus on his work, but the flowers were a constant distraction. Every time he looked at them, his mind wandered back to Jungkook, to the life they had shared, and to the painful decision he had made.

By the afternoon, Jimin was restless, unable to shake the feeling that the flowers were more than just a kind gesture. His curiosity got the best of him, and he found himself pacing the backroom, going over every possibility in his head. Could Jungkook still be thinking about him, even after everything? Or was this someone else’s way of reaching out?

As the day came to a close, Jimin locked up the shop and took one last glance at the bouquet on the counter. The flowers were beautiful, but they felt like a reminder of something he had lost, something he couldn’t get back.

Walking home, the cool evening breeze did little to clear his thoughts. The weight of the flowers, the memories of the past, and the unanswered questions all pressed heavily on his mind. He couldn’t shake the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook hadn’t fully let go either.