during the last rays of light that the sun could give at the end of the day, dark contrast and long shadows scattered accross the world. the flower shop that namjoon stood in was covered in a mysterious ambience where the flowers themselves seem to glow. his own shadow from the doorway extended to the counter, touching the edge yet not at the same time. the door clicked to a close, ringing the bell one last time. the flowers bloom in his direction, as if casting their gazes to where the musician goes.
clack, clack, clack, the sound of shoes on the concrete floor.
the man at the counter turned around, no longer blocked by the vines and bushes that seemed to make up the walls. dark pink hair like pottery, plump and full lips. eyes glistening, face set in a startled expression as he speaks-
"how may i help you?"
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--花-- hello! this is my second work ever on wattpad, and it's a namjin flower shop and urban magic mixed au! this fic will have introspective elements and talk of anxiety/depression and really 'deep' stuff, so please look forward to it! - ks
