FLORES IN LOVE ✓

jasmine

008 SWEET LOVE

'soon, when all is well, you're going to look back at this period of your life and be so glad that you never gave up.'

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the next day Zelda stands outside of Flores with her arms crossed.

Zelda appears to be focused on the ground, her mind in a sloppy, tender daze as she thinks about the flower boy called Jimin. how did she get so lucky to meet him? to talk to him? the thought of spending time with him... alone makes her insides twist in the most pleasurable way- she's never been good at interacting with people, the silence becomes too awkward, the conversations become too small and her anxiety gets the best of her. however, the uncertainty of what their bond could lead to makes her anxious, what are his thoughts? does he feel the romantic pull too?

her thoughts come to a halt- images of unreal Jimin, his voice and imaginary scenarios dissolve when she notices a lanky man on a bicycle, stumbling over in her direction. she moves aside quickly, trying to avoid the harmful impact that will occur but she ends up being bumped by the clumsy stranger.

others would raise their voice and ask, can't you see where you're going? but all Zelda can do is stand up straight, brush dirt off her clothed arms and admire the basket of the strangers bicycle. she's always wanted a bicycle like that- one that would allow her to explore the town that she's lived in for years just a little more whilst still feeling at one with nature, allow her to inhale the scent of the emerald park and whisk past people on the industrious pavements.

Zelda's caring, compassionate and open minded nature is something that the world needs more of .. she wants to make sure the gawky man is okay after his accident, never thinks about shouting. "are you okay?"

"oh shit." the man with amber hair and dismal eyes mutters. the swirls of brown in his eyes hold turmoil and suddenly irritation. he stumbles in his steps and holds the bicycle in his hands- not aware of Zelda's serene help when she lifts the slightly heavy use of transport from the floor. the two of them move out the way, allowing strangers to walk their paths.

his prolonged scarf intertwines with the handles of the bicycle as the autumn colours of his outfit vibrate off him- a fashion sense too artistic not to stare at. "fuck! i swore." he speaks to himself. he seems like a man that gets lost in his own bubble, a bubble that he likes to spend time in freely and Zelda can't help but admire that because her own bubble is one she loves to escape to. our own individual, personal bubbles can be places of solace.

everyone has their own bubbles of escapism, comfort and cheer- one everyone attends to when they need to get away from life. one that we unintentionally get lost in. Zelda's bubble happens to hold loneliness, the smell of rain on a gloomy day, her grandad, silly Taehyung, cafe smells, examples of love, vintage movies, affective music, crinkled paper and her constant writing.

and flowers are starting to become part of her own personal bubble.

along with Park Jimin.

Zelda watches the stranger, trying not to laugh at his concern for swearing. the poor, jittery man is not surprised by his falling actions- he's used to himself and how one accident seems to happen one after the other as his scarf chokes him unexpectedly. "and you swore again." she points out with a shrug.