Oneshot Collections | RoseKook

05 - Five Candles Please

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In which a young man was in grieve of his late fiancée. Unexpectedly, he fell in love with the candlemaker.
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"Oh really?" Eunha blurted out.

"I know right!" Rosé exclaimed. "I was really tearing up when Hansung died. He was my favorite hwarang oppa," she continued.

"Aish that was a pity you weren't ready, huh?" Eunha shook her head. "He was actually the cutest hwarang oppa for me, too," she confessed. "I wonder how old he is. He's too young to be honest."

"He's actua-"

"Miss." A very gloomy voice interrupted, which caused their heads to turn to where it belonged. When their eyes landed on the man, they were shook by how absolutely stunning he was, yet his face was so... sad. His hair looked fix and his face is like one of those faces whom girls imagine as their prince charming in fanfictions. Rosé and Eunha exactly knew that the man cared for his looks just by how he dressed - it's so delightfully casual.

"Hey-- I mean... yes, sir? How may I offer you?" Rosé instantly blurted out as she stood up from her chair.

The man's eyes squinted. "What else? The dignity which I deserved?" He asked, sarcastically. "Five candles please," he said.

Gosh, he's so harsh. Rosé thought. "Sure, sir. It would be 1, 040 won in total cost sir," she replied and then handed out her hand.

The man offered the money and took five candles, before venturing away from them. Once the man was out of sight, Rosé and Eunha both looked at each other. They felt the man left a bad impression towards them and they didn't really like it. After awhile, Eunha was called because there was an urgent emergency regarding about her mom, so she decided to close her stall early and go home as quick as possible, leaving Rosé alone.

It was about twenty minutes past ten o'clock when out of the blue, a heavy rain came pouring down on the ground. Deciding Rosé herself that should she just go home as well, she was about to completely close her stall when she heard a voice saying "stop! Let me in!" Curious whose voice it was, she peeked over the small window and realized it was the man earlier, soaking wet because of the rain.

Being the pitiful Rosé she usually is, she let the man in her small stall. When he entered, she noticed he was freezing but that was just partly of what her eyes took a glimpsed of. She noticed how he looked so unbelievably hot. His toned muscular body was quite visible in shape because of how wet his plain white t-shirt was. She was low-key drooling, when she shouldn't have; she was low-key dreaming that he's her prince charming, when clearly he wasn't; she was low-key imagining various things of him together with her, when it'd never even happen.

Or she thought so. Who knows anyway?

"Done staring?" The man snapped Rosé back to reality. A visible tint of crimson flushed her cheeks when she realized she was caught dreamily staring at him.

"U-uhm I'm sorry." Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence due to embarrassment. She's quite sensitive about some particular things just like embarrassment and more; therefore, she wasn't able to contain herself and immediately lost it. She hid her face as her cheeks became ever more red.

The man couldn't help but to smile just how adorable the girl in front of him was. That right there, a slight feeling of electrical tingling sensation struck his heart and then roamed all throughout his entire body.

"May I know... what's your name?"

Rosé looked up, slowly. She then clasped her hands together. "My name's Park Chaeyoung, but you can call me either Roséanne or Rosé; it's my English name."

"Ahh cool."

"What about yours?" She asked.

"Jeon Jungkook," the man simply uttered.

"That's it? No nicknames or whatever?" She giggled.

"Nope," Jungkook flashed a faint smile.

"Really? What about Kook or Kookie or-"

"No. Only my fiancée calls me that. I mean... my late fiancée," he replied. His voice was so broken and sad, it could literally sum up everything he has been through since the day his fiancée passed away.

"I'm really sorry about that," she replied, apologetically.

"Nah, it's fine."

"What about Jung? John? Jim? Cookies and cream?" He then bursted into cute giggles after hearing her hilarious nickname suggestions. At last, she made him smile and laugh. It's been quite awhile since he hasn't formed a smile on his lips.

Over the next several months, Rosé became Jungkook's frequent costumer. On top of that, they became really good friend. After he visits his fiancée's grave, he will standby in her stall and would talk various topics with her for about three to five hours. They became absolutely comfortable with each other no matter what topic they'll be into.

Every Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Jungkook would visit the particular grave and would buy candles at the particular stall. Before, he was happy because he got to visit her beloved fiancée; however, that happiness was replaced by another kind of happiness. The happiness he felt during those days were some kind coming from a fluttering heart. It didn't last long when he noticed it, and with that, he concluded the fact that he fell in love with Rosé - a candlemaker.

Not that long too, when Rosé also felt the same. She noticed it after she realized whenever he's around, she can't keep up nor concentrate with what she's doing and what she's supposed to do. His precence was like a delightful liquor which you can barely resist. She also learnt that he's actually a kind and polite human being, and that made her fell in love with him even more.

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"Rosé," Jungkook called, interuppting Rosé from reading a novel while waiting for costumers. She was kinda confused why he visited, when it was still Wednesday.

"Oh hey Jungkook-ah!" Rosé greeted.

"Hey Rosé!" Jungkook greeted back.

Her eyes traced down to his outfit - it seemed different. His outfit was more of very formal, like he's going inside a fancy restaurant. "Woah what are you wearing? White long sleeve, black pants, black shoes. Boy, looks like you're off to a fancy restaurant."

"No, we are off to." She gave a huge hint of confusion on her face, before letting out a chuckle in disbelief.

"Rosé-ah," he said, softly. He sat down on one of the chairs in front of the stall, just beside where she was sitting. "Do you know what my fiancée told me before she passed away?" He asked.

She shook her head. "No," she uttered.

"She said 'get yourself a woman who loves you completely like I do. If not, even more.' And I think... you're that woman Rosé, I think you are," he sincerely said.

Her lips tugged upwards. "Low-key assuming?" She asked.

"Uhm... yeah?" He replied, stating the obvious.

Rosé's bright expression turned into a hopeless, sad one. "But I'm just no one Jungkook-ah. I'm just a woman who does nothing but sells candles everyday for living. I don't deserve you," she let out her concern.

He then cupped her cheeks. "No Rosé, you're someone - someone who's special in my heart. And who cares if you're just a candlemaker? I don't. I love you Rosé, please... accept me?" He nervously asked.

She then began tearing up. "J-Jungkook. I love you too and of course I'll accept you." She then hugged him right away, tightly.