Eternal January {T.K}

3.

September 12, 1896
To the Mysterious Sea Captain,

Your letter arrived just as I was arranging a fresh bouquet of lilies and dahlias. And I must say, your words nearly made me drop the entire vase! You must forgive me, Captain Kim, but I find it rather suspicious that a stranger has not only intercepted my letter but also decided to write back, assuming I would be delighted to receive such a reply. Luckily for you, I am quite intrigued.

I cannot help but laugh at the thought of a naval captain poring over a florist’s clumsy musings to his brother.

You see, the letter you received was meant to be a light-hearted complaint about the trials of running a flower shop—how the roses insist on blooming just as a storm hits, or how the camellias are so delicate they shiver at the slightest breeze. It is not the sort of thing I imagined would interest a man of the sea.

However, before I respond in earnest, I must ask—how do I know you’re not some creepy old man who has found a way to entertain himself by teasing an innocent florist?

Perhaps you’re sitting there with a wicked grin, imagining me all flustered and wide-eyed, which, for your kind information, I am not! I’d like to think the universe has better taste than to send my misplaced letter to a less-than-handsome scoundrel.

So, I hope you’re at least easy on the eyes, Captain, because I, as you should know, am quite the sight myself.

Now, you may accuse me of vanity, but I assure you, it’s well-deserved. I’ve been told, on more occasions than I care to count, that I have a face too pretty for a mere florist.

My eyes, they say, sparkle like morning dew on petals, and my smile—well, I would describe it, but I fear you may find it too charming to handle.

All jesting aside, I find myself strangely glad you wrote. There’s something poetic about a man of war who finds comfort in flowers, don’t you think?

I can’t say I know what possessed me to write to my brother about such trivial things, nor can I fathom why you felt compelled to respond. But here we are, strangers bound by a few misdirected words.

I would very much like to see the man who finds joy in reading a stranger’s ramblings about flowers, but not just now. I will wait for your reply Captin.

Until then,
Jeon Jungkook.
( I truly hope you aren't a creepy old man though )