forgive me➹bts angst

«taehyung; florist»

Taehyung wonder out into the open was just for fun, yet that 'just for fun' statement wasn't living up to his name as he hadn't found anything to do ever since the first step out of his house. He was just walking casually down a unusually quiet neighbour hood, watching the sky as the clouds moved on in a ever so soft manner. A bored sigh escalating from his lips as he started to get into the main town- Maybe he'd go shopping or something? He was quite hungry too.

Yet his urge for this food, and fun activities were quickly stopped- as his attention was caught by a petite florist shop around the corner. Large fancy writing written on the top, partnered with the multiple hand arranged flowers that shone a vibrant colour. It was indeed captivating. His thrist for something to do had vanquished as it was write infront of him. Taking his hands out his pockets- placing a bright smile that matched the flowers. He opened the door, hearing the tingle of a bell as he did so.

"Morning"

His eyes drifted across to see a girl, crounching don right now and watering a flower which seemed to be losing its colour. A smile dancing on her face seeing that a costumer had arrived, she looked excited. Taehyung took a light breath, noticing that this girl was quite- attractive. Her hair falling over her shoulders as she stood up from the ground. "Is there anything you would like?"

The fragrance of the room finally hit him, a mix of minty leaves with flowers of all variety. The room was so full of colour, green of all shades. It was an appealing sight to Taehyung's eyes and he just shrugged. Not knowing that was sort of rude- just walking into a shop for no apparent reason other than out of his bordem. She must have ran this shop alone as it was quite small, combined with the fact around no one else was inside the shop at that point.

"I'm just looking around.." Taehyung finally managed to say, distracted by the beauty of the stranger, even when he turned around to witness the flower's, his eyes would always drift around to look towards this girl. She'd just be working on the counter on orders and such, not once looking up to gaze back. They hadn't even spoke that firmly but he believed he was in love.  

"Do you work alone?" Taehyung asked, hoping she wasn't so caught in her work that she couldn't even reply to his statement. Yet hearing her hum lightly in response made his heart skip a beat, followed by her sort of angelic voice. He ran a hand through a fresh bunch of roses, the red colour reflecting into his eyes.

"Yeah, I just started this shop a few days ago after all, It's not the biggest hit but I hope I can grow a little." She explained, Taehyung nodded lightly, interested. Could in end up in a cliche love story, Where he convinces the girl to let him work with her then slowly fall in love? "I am in need of some assistance.."

"Is there may job applications?" Taehyung asked, turning his heels to face her with a smile- the bouquet of roses still in his hands and seeing her eyes, lively look towards his. Heart palpitating inside his chest as she did so. That sweet smile of hers was placed on her face once again, nodding lightly and happy that this random boy wanted to help her.

"Thank you."

***

After this encounter, it brought him much joy to know that he'd finally found something to do and replenish him happiness. Almost everyday he would go along to that same florist shop and help out in organising the flowers, helping the girl which he didn't even know the name of. Yet later on those details were filled as they both got to know each other better on a journey of growth.

The thing was, around almost no people visited the shop daily. No faces would come to open the door there was no 'ting' of the doorbell but rather the quiet silence of shuffling flowers pots. Taehyung was confused about this slightly, but shrugged it off as a slow start. Knowing that she was happy meant the world to him, and even if nobody came to visit. She would still smile. And the day he would confess to his love would come soon.

If she felt the same way everything would turn out amazing, the shop they'd both worked so hard one would skyrocket, they'd be in love with accomplice of a cute love story. Yet, if she didn't. Things might go awkward, Would she want him to work their anymore? Surley she would. So after a well thought out thinking session locked inside his room, after his break off work- He'd confess.

***

Purple tulips, her favourite. He held them in a neat bouquet in a hands- one he learnt to prepare by himself. Feeling his hands grow sweaty thinking about if she didn't accept his confession- a well thought out one in fact. Feeling the pace of his feet go faster, rather than walking he was now speeding up, jogging to practically sprinting towards the shop. He was way to excited. Yet, he the familiar sight of the florist shop around the corner wasn't the same, they were all.. Dead? His fast pace was starting to slow down and his eyes grew widened.

CLOSED.

"Closed?" He murmerd, dropping the yellow tulips in his hands. Seeing them scatter on the floor but that was most likely the least important thing right now. There was ducted taped plastered at the door, and the windows were blurry- most likely covered from the inside. His heart was slowly beating in a worried fashion.

The flowers which were once nearly arranged outside were wiped out, rather.. dead and lost of colour. The fact writing had letters missing and pieces broken off in the end. Lastly, she was no where to be seen, even through the gloomy glass, surley he could point out a human figure- Where did she go? His confession was cut short, with a mystery held infront of him.

"Are you alright there?"
He turned around seeing a elderly woman staring at him oddly. He pushed himself off the ashy building and blinked a few times, confused and worried why the shop was gone. One that he'd grown to love, the vibrant colours/ How it made him happy. Where did everything go?

"What.. happened to the florist here?" Taehyung asked, the tinge of sadness opening in his voice. His hurt expression most likely showing out as the woman had stopped walking and looked back at him sadly. He bit in lip in anticipation - as the woman let out a soft sigh, this didn't seem like a good sign.
"It was demolished a long time ago dear.."

"What do you mean?.." Taehyung mumbled, knowing that he'd only left for a week yet it looked like the shop hadn't been touched for decades. That's exactly what the woman said right after. Apparently the shop was destroyed around 10 years ago, when a girl who owned the shop had died in an accident. One she did not want to speak up, After that people had reported seeing her ghost till around the shop, arranging flowers and such. Apparently she was such a sweet girl..

Taehyung quietly thanked the woman, wanting to recollect his thoughts after the words she'd just said to him. There was never a girl, never a shop. It was all his imagination? There was no way, he refused to believe it. It felt like a void was eating his heart out as he stared at the old broken shop, the flowers which were scattered on his floor. Stepping on it roughly and feeling the tears threatening in his eyes. The mud in his shoes engulfing the bright yellow colour, it vanished infront of his eyes into some broken yellow petals.

It was all an imagination. The thing that started due to his own bordem - ended up becoming a person whom he fell in love with. She didn't even exist in this world anymore. He banged his hand on the window, hearing some clash behind the door and banged his head lightly against it.

"It was fake all along, She was too good to be true."