Inside, Jimin ordered a small, delicate bouquet filled with YN's favorite flowers. He carefully tucked a handwritten note into the arrangement, his mind racing as he penned down his emotions. Once he finished, he paid and stepped back outside, bouquet in hand.
He walked over to Jungkook, holding the flowers tightly. "Let's hide somewhere nearby."
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Hide?"
Jimin nodded, a hint of excitement mixed with nervousness in his eyes. They found a spot across the street, where they had a clear view of the shop's entrance but were out of sight themselves.
Just a few minutes later, YN appeared, walking slowly toward the flower shop. The sight of her stopped Jimin in his tracks. She looked pale, her eyes puffy and swollen as if she hadn't slept or stopped crying. Seeing her like this struck Jimin deep. He felt a wave of guilt and an almost unbearable need to go to her, to hold her and tell her everything.
She walked into the shop.
Jungkook: "How do you know she'll come to this store?" His voice was curious, almost skeptical.
Jimin's gaze was still fixed, his thoughts distant. "Because I told her to."
Flashback:
When Jungkook and Jimin had been driving toward Busan, his phone in his hand as he typed a message to YN.
He texted YN:
Jimin: Hey doll, I need a small favor...
After a few minutes, his phone buzzed with her response. He smiled a little, despite himself.
YN: Ya, tell me.
Jimin: Which floral shop is famous in Busan?
There was a pause before YN replied.
YN: Xxx shop. Why?
Jimin took a deep breath before typing back.
Jimin: Can you please collect flowers from there? I want you to give them to someone I know...
There was a pause before YN replied. He watched the dots appear, then disappear, and he waited for her to respond.
YN: Ya, sure... I'll go now.
The reply came quickly, and a small part of Jimin relaxed. She hadn't asked questions, just agreed. It was exactly what he needed: simple, no explanations, just a favor.
End of Flashback
Few moments later, she came back out holding the bouquet he'd arranged. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out. Her expression shifted to confusion as she opened the message.
Scribbler: It's for you, doll...
YN's brows furrowed as she read the message. She glanced down at the bouquet again, and her fingers delicately unfolded the note he had left, her expression softening as she read the words he had written just for her.
The note read:
"I can't be there to wipe away your tears, but know that my heart aches with you. Even though I'm just a stranger, I'll keep trying to make your days a little lighter. - Scribbler."
As YN read the note, she clutched the flowers tightly, her shoulders beginning to shake. The quiet tears she had tried to hold back finally broke free, spilling over as she stood on the sidewalk, sobbing openly.
Jimin's heart twisted painfully as he watched her. He wanted to rush to her, to tell her he was here, that he would never let her go again. He took a step forward, his body urging him to close the distance between them. But before he could take another step, he felt Jungkook's firm grip on his arm, stopping him.
"Hyung," Jungkook whispered, shaking his head slightly. "Not like this. She needs to let it out. Give her a moment."
Jimin clenched his fists, his gaze never leaving YN as she continued to cry, his heart aching with every tear she shed. He was so close to her yet couldn't comfort her, and it tore him apart.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, YN took a deep, shaky breath, composing herself. She wiped her eyes, holding the bouquet close to her chest as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.
Jungkook patted Jimin's shoulder, his expression softening.
YN began walking again, holding the bouquet tightly in her hands as she made her way down the street, her pace slow and deliberate. Jimin couldn't take his eyes off her. Every step she took seemed like a reminder of all the things he hadn't said, all the things he'd done wrong. His heart ached as he followed her, staying just far enough behind so she wouldn't notice him.
He watched her walk until she reached her grandparents' house. YN stopped at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then disappeared inside, the door closing softly behind her.
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