Ineffable 𓇢𓆸 || Jakehoon

🌸 Chapter 05 🌸

After a moment, he turned to me, curiosity in his eyes. "Why did you choose these flowers?"

I smiled, recalling what had caught my attention the day before. "Yesterday, I saw you had babies breath in your bicycle basket and ranunculus flowers in your story. So, I bought them. Don't you like them?"

"Like them?" he beamed. "I love them! Thank you so much!"

His enthusiasm made me grin. "By the way, what's your favorite flower?"

"I like all flowers because they're all beautiful," he said, his gaze drifting to the bouquet. "But mostly, I love ranunculus flowers."

"Ranunculus, huh? They do have a unique charm," I replied. "I think babies breath is my favorite, though. It feels delicate but adds a lot of character."

He tilted his head, considering. "It's interesting how some flowers can represent so much. Like, babbies breath symbolizes everlasting love, right?"

"Exactly," I said, feeling a connection in our conversation. "It's like every flower tells a story, just like us."

He smiled thoughtfully. "I like that idea. We all have our own stories to tell, intertwined with the beauty around us."

"Yeah," I said, glancing at the flowers again. "And it's our experiences that shape those stories."

Just then, the breeze picked up again, rustling the leaves overhead. The sun filtered through the branches, casting dappled light around us. I felt a sense of peace, sitting there with his, sharing thoughts that seemed to weave our lives together in a beautiful tapestry.

Jake's POV

The garden felt like our secret place, a little oasis where the world faded away. As we chatted, I could feel the spark between us grow. After a while, I hesitated, then asked if he'd like to join me and my friends at the art exhibition. I wanted him to meet them, to be part of my world.

When he admitted, "Hmmm... I don't know, but I don't have many friends and I'm an introvert," I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. But I smiled, reassuring him that it was okay. "Come join us," I urged. "You'll have fun!"

To my surprise, he agreed. My heart raced. I was curious about how we'd get there, and when he mentioned his car, I couldn't help but ask, "You have a car? Wow, that's nice!"

"Yeah, it's a Corvette Stingray," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Classic."

As we approached his car, I was struck by its beauty. The brown exterior gleamed in the sunlight, showcasing its sleek lines and curves. It looked like a car that held stories of the open road, and I couldn't believe I was about to ride in it. The doors were wide open, inviting us in, and I felt a thrill at the thought of being inside such a stunning vehicle.

I glanced down at my bicycle, the trusty companion that had brought me here. "But what about my bike?"

"Don't worry," he said with a grin. "You can put it in the back."

After securing my bike, we climbed into the car. As he started the engine, the deep rumble filled the air, sending a rush of excitement through me. He played a '70s song, and instantly, the vibe shifted. The music wrapped around us, creating a cozy atmosphere.

With the top down, the fresh breeze enveloped us like a warm hug. The wind whipped through my hair, and I couldn't help but laugh as we sped down the road, the world blurring around us. Each moment felt electric, laughter bubbling between us as we shared stories.

When we finally arrived at the art exhibition, my heart raced-not just from the ride, but from the feeling that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.