C O M P L E T E D
Rosé is a florist who owns a small flower shop just around the corner of the street where Junhoe lives. While Junhoe is that "strange guy" who always stop by at Rosé's flower shop every "poetry month" just to drop some piece of pap...
Rosé rub her nape with her palm, "So...who's sleeping on the floor? Me?"
Junhoe sighed. He doesn't know if Rosé's just acting dumb or what but he knows that she get what he's trying to say but it seems like he still need to say it again.
"No one. We'll sleep together on the bed."
"HUH?!" Rosé's eyes widen. "But..."
"Don't worry. I won't do anything to you. I just want to.... sleep." His voice became small by saying the last words.
"I-I'm not thinking anything like that..."
Junhoe just sigh and gave her a small smile. He suddenly gets the urge to hug her so he hold her hand and gently pulled her closer to him. He wraps his arms around her making her bury her face on his chest. He leaned his right cheek on her head and eventually, Rosé wraps her arms around his waist.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Hm." He answered with a sigh.
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