something about him was just so incredibly precious.
on mondays, when there wasn't much business in the small flower shop he owned he would spend his time sitting next to the large window near the back of the small room. The early morning sunlight would filter through the tall plants that gave the place a sort of fantastical feeling, and he would be right there, in the center of it all, sipping small cups of chamomile tea and weaving delicate flower crowns with delicate fingers.
tuesdays were slightly more busy, maybe attracting four or five customers but almost never repeat ones.
which is a shame, she thinks, because while the people are enamored by the gorgeous flora, they fail to give the same attention to the beautiful boy who makes the elaborate bouquets.
usually on wednesdays she is able to take some time out of her busy schedule to visit him, seeing his eyes light up even though he knows, and expects her visits.
always at 6 pm, sharp.
he pretends that she is there for the flowers instead of his smile, and makes her a bouquet on the spot, changing it to what he interprets she needs that certain day.
today, on a cold december evening, he hands her a bouquet of pure white hyacinths, and she smiles when he gives her the meaning, even though she already knows with the amount of times that shes been here.
"white is innocence. hyacinths are sincerity."
a soft blush will paint his pretty face when their fingers brush as he hands her the flowers, and she'll leave him a generous tip like always.
the night is spent in the closed shop sharing stories and thoughts, and cups of chai tea while the steam from the hot liquid ascends to the ceiling in graceful tendrils.
jungkook will be entranced by the movement of her lips as she speaks, too busy staring at her to notice the way that she is even more enchanted by the soft slope of his nose, the curve of his eyes, the dimple in his cheek.
she'll be memorizing every detail of his face, and while he thinks she's beautiful, she thinks he's the most lovely thing she's ever seen.
thursdays are spent in a bit of a flurry, orders coming in from everywhere from people getting ready for the weekend, getting ready to give a small piece of love to someone they love.
on those nights, when jungkook finally catches a break in the back of the shop, it's when he admits to himself that maybe he's lonely, and maybe he wants to be just a bit selfish and ask her to come and visit once again.
but he never does call, because he knows that he's just a simple florist who owns a simple shop and makes pretty arrangements for people less lonely than him.
and deep down, he thinks that he isn't suitable for someone like her, and that he's not strong enough to support her even though he is well aware that she can support herself, if the excessive amount of flowers she buys from him says anything about her income.
on fridays, he puts on a smile for the even larger amount of customers, trying to keep his expression hospitable while he pushes up the sleeves of his oversized sweater one time too many, swipes his bangs out of his eyes just one more time.
sometimes she thinks that jungkook wears oversized sweaters to make himself smaller in a big world.
he'll watch the snow falling softly from the large window in the back of the shop, and adjust the temperature so that his flowers don't get too cold.
sometimes he wished that he could get along with people like he could with plants, but then thinks that if people were like plants the world would still be a better place anyways.
saturdays are his favorite days because she wakes up early and drives to his shop with a blanket thrown over her shoulders, a large thermos of coffee in one hand, and a book in the other.
she'll read to him while he sets up, voice still rough from sleep, grogginess still clinging to her eyelids. when it rains he adores it even more because hardly anyone comes, and she'll be content to stay with him all day, listening to the patter of water hitting the roof.
jungkook will make more flower crowns. she likes it when he makes ones with white roses, because it always takes her breath away a bit; the way that his chesnut brown hair contrasts to the purity of the blossoms, and the way that his eyes seem to sparkle just a bit more when he is adorned with the decorations.
sundays are the busiest, and always a blur. this particular one leaves him overwhelmed and exhausted, wanting nothing more than to collapse into a pair of arms and sleep forever.
jungkook decides that this particular sunday, he'll be selfish and call her because he misses her, and he's so incredibly lonely that it hurts.
and when she shows up only ten minutes later, the first thing he does is kiss her, because it's only been a day but that's too long and that's when he realizes that he's hopelessly, stupidly in love.
on monday, nothing changes except that she comes back to visit him even though she never comes in on mondays.
he tries to blink away his surprise, but she acts like she's only there for a bouquet of flowers and not his smile, and he thinks that it's suitable, really, how her fingers enclose around the lilac and pansy bouquet.
before he can tell her the meaning out of habit, she pulls him forward by the collar of his shirt and kisses him, right over the counter, and tells him that he's the most lovely thing she's ever met.
and jungkook believes that maybe, she doesn't care that he's a florist who's far more lonely than the people he makes bouquets for.
jungkook thinks that maybe she needs him just as much as he needs her.
A/N-hello im back from the dead
christmas is right around the corner holy crap lol
feel free to request any holiday scenarios cuz i feel guilty for being away for so long and also im so eXCITED FOR THE HOLIDAYS
feel free to talk to me because i sweAR im nice
i love u all and hope u cuties are having a nice time wherever u are and i also hope u remember that u are beautiful and lovely just like jungkook
-yejin
