Rosé just watched Junhoe packing his clothes. She's sitting on the edge of the bed while Junhoe's putting his unfolded clothes in his backpack.
"You really just stuff all your clothes there without folding them?" She can't stop but to comment on what he's doing.
He just shrugged, "There's no use of that if I put them out again when I arrived at home."
She just rolled her eyes and just watch him until he's done packing. "What about your things here? Though there's nothing much in here."
Junhoe stood up and sat beside her. He looked around his apartment and sighed. "You can come here whenever you want, I'll give you the passcode."
"Really?"
He smiled at her and nod, "Of course."
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🌹Petals & Papers 📃
FanfictionC 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...
