❝COTTON BALLS❞ ━ {3k+}{fluff, soft but also kinda comedy bc you know me, try hard aesthetic lmao so its lowercase, rlly lame tbh but enjoy}
+ in which taehyung owns a flower shop and jungkook likes gazing at pretty stars.
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MARCH, THE BEGINNING OF SPRING ;the season of fresh flowers, clear skies and new adventures.
━ A LONE PETAL flew through the streets, crossing jeongguk's line of vision. the restless wind carried the soft scent of melting winter across the quiet streets of this neighbourhood, leaving soft brunet locks to be tousled into a a mess. not that the owner minded, though. he quite enjoyed it, the the feeling of leaning against the railing of his balcony, the wind flush against him, head tilted upwards to meet the pinks and oranges of the 6 pm sky.
spring is finally here.
you see, to jeongguk, spring meant clear skies. clear skies meant better a visage of constellations at night.
he had always found the art of the soft fading of the sky to be interesting. the constant squeaking of his tired railing being the only sound that accompanied him aside from the soft sound of the breeze and laughter and the pattering of feet at roughly 6.20 pm, both coming from the neighbourhood children of whom never noticed the presence of the young man as they ran across the street.
but even so, the sky continued to fade to dark, street lamps and small lanterns beginning to illuminate the streets below, as the tiny specks of white began to peep into the quiet sky. jeongguk blinked his eyes, once, twice. then one by one, they appeared.
arcturus. capella. aldebaran.
the stars, oh the stars. it was a mesmerising sight, the delicate, twinkling splatters of constellations.
it was one of the only things that fascinated jeongguk. those white specks in the night sky that looked like glitter over a black cloth.
oh, what a marvellous sight it was.
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the brunet stood at his balcony, at 6 pm, quietly gazing up at the fading skies, ignoring the monotonous chatter of men whom brought in large spools of cloth, potted plants and flowers of varying sizes and colours into the property below his apartment.
jeongguk sighed, inhaling the fresh scent of blooming now engulfing him, leaning his elbows on the squeaky railing.
earlier, he had gotten news from his landlord, that a person-
