Ineffable 𓇢𓆸 || Jakehoon

🌸 Chapter 04 🌸

Sunghoon's POV

The sun peeked through my curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. I stretched and glanced at the clock-it was time to meet Jake. We had promised each other to meet at the garden today, and I was looking forward to it.

After slipping into my usual office attire-just a plain button-up and slacks-I headed downstairs. The day was bright and cheerful, perfect for what I had planned. I grabbed my keys and made my way to the car, the anticipation buzzing in my chest.

As I drove towards the garden, I passed a colorful flower shop that caught my eye. The vibrant blooms seemed to dance in the sunlight, and I felt a sudden urge to pick something special for Jake. I parked and stepped inside.

The air was fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers. I spotted babies breath and ranunculus I think his favorites. I approached the shop owner and requested a bouquet. He expertly arranged the flowers, and moments later, I held a stunning bouquet in my hands.

After paying and thanking her, I drove to the garden, excitement bubbling inside me.

When I arrived, I spotted Jake sitting beneath the old oak tree, his favorite spot. He was focused, scribbling away in his notebook, completely absorbed in whatever thoughts were swirling in his mind.

I walked over, the bouquet hidden behind my back, and greeted him with a bright, "Good morning!"

His head snapped up, a smile lighting up his face.
"Good morning Sunghoon!"

As I handed him the bouquet, he looked up with surprised eyes and asked, "What's this for?"

"I thought you'd like it," I replied, watching his smile spread as he took the flowers.

I settled next to him under the oak tree, the vibrant colors of the bouquet bright against the backdrop of the leaves. After a moment of silence, he broke the stillness. "Do you believe in good or bad?"

I leaned back against the rough bark, feeling the weight of his question. "No. There's nothing called good or bad. We're all just humans doing good and bad things."

His curiosity deepened. "Why do you think that?"

"Because our actions don't define us completely. They're just moments in time. What about you?"

His smile lingered, and it made my heart race. "I think the same. I believe there's a reason behind everything we do."

I nodded, appreciating his insight. "So, if there's no good or bad, what makes us who we are?"

He looked down at the flowers, contemplating. "Maybe it's our choices. We're shaped by our experiences, but we can change."

His words resonated with me. "It's like this bouquet. Each flower is different, but together they create something beautiful."

"Exactly," he said, his eyes sparkling. "We can redefine ourselves."

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and I felt a rush of hope at his words. "As long as we're willing to grow, there's always hope," I said, smiling back.

Just then, a gust of wind sent a few petals swirling around us. We laughed, the moment lightening the weight of our conversation. It felt as if nature was echoing our thoughts, reminding us that change is possible, just like the shifting seasons surrounding us.