Ineffable 𓇢𓆸 || Jakehoon

🌸 Chapter 01 🌸

Jake's POV

I woke up with a smile, the sun streaming through my window and the promise of a beautiful day ahead. After a leisurely morning filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the pages of my notebook, I made my way to my favorite café. Nestled on a quiet street, it had the coziest vibe, with soft lighting and comfy chairs that felt like a warm embrace.

As I stepped inside, I spotted my two best friends already settled at a corner table, their laughter blending with the café's gentle background music.

Sunoo, the cute one with a talent for design, always seemed to brighten the room. His bubbly personality made his friends with everyone he met. Next to him was jungwon, my rock, with him straightforward demeanor and unwavering support. He had a way of making me feel grounded, no matter what chaos life threw our way.

I joined them, and we exchanged warm hugs before ordering our drinks. I opted for a vanilla latte, while Sunoo chose a matcha tea and Jungwon stuck with his usual black coffee.

Once we were settled with our drinks, the conversation flowed easily. "So, how's the book coming along?" Jungwon asked, his eyes keen and encouraging.

I sighed, stirring my latte absentmindedly. "It's... a work in progress. I'm still searching for the right ideas, you know? It's harder than I thought."

Sunoo leaned in, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "You'll get there! Just think about what you love. What inspires you?"

I hesitated, then decided to share something that had been on my mind. "Actually, I met this guy yesterday. He's an introvert-so simple. I think he might even like flowers like I do."

Sunoo's eyes widened, and he leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. "Ooh, tell us everything!"

I took a sip of my latte, gathering my thoughts. "He was at the garden, He was photographing babies breath flowers. He seemed really introvert and didn't say's much, but he has this quiet passion about him."

Jungwon smiled knowingly.So, an introvert with a soft spot for flowers? Sounds like a classic!"

Sunoo chuckled. "I can totally picture it. He probably has a deep soul"

I laughed, feeling lighter. "But enough about the introvert flower guy! Have you guys seen the new exhibit at the gallery? I heard it's incredible."

As we switched topics, I felt grateful for this cozy café, the warmth of friendship, and the promise of new ideas blooming like the flowers in the garden.

After our warm-hearted chat at the café, we shared a round of hugs and promised to catch up later. As I made my way toward the garden, I felt a mixture of excitement and nerves, wondering if the boy I'd met yesterday would be there again.

I hopped on my bicycle, pedaling through the familiar streets. I greeted a few neighbors, their smiles adding a little pep to my ride. The air was crisp, and the sun cast a gentle glow, making everything feel bright and alive.

When I arrived at the garden, I parked my bicycle under the oak tree and settled down in its shade. I took a deep breath, letting the peace of the place wash over me. It was my favorite spot for thinking, and I needed it today. I pulled out my notebook, ready to brainstorm ideas for my book.

As I scribbled down thoughts, my mind kept wandering back to the boy with the camera. Would he come by today? I couldn't help but hope so.

About an hour and a half later, my heart skipped a beat. There he was, just as I had imagined-walking into the garden with a Polaroid camera in hand. He wore a dark blue shirt and office pants, looking polished yet relaxed. I couldn't help but notice how different he looked from when we first met, but that same quiet energy surrounded him.

I was wearing a white sweater today, a change from the baby blue one I had on yesterday. I felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he approached a patch of flowers, focusing his camera.

He didn't seem to notice me at first, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. I wondered if he recognized me or if he was too engrossed in capturing the moment. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a perfect backdrop for his photography.

I took a deep breath, ready to say hello, but I hesitated. What would I say? Would he remember our conversation about flowers? Would he want to talk again?