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"No," he said. "I never did."
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The young man exchanged friendly smiles with a customer before the cash register dinged from his touch. Footsteps shuffled throughout the flower shop, and flowers of all colours sat on their shelves, blooming in all their glory.
He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, sighing after a long shift at work.
The shop was clearing slowly, and soon he was turning the 'open' sign to its close, locking the front door from the inside.
He stared at the great number of flowers, from bright pink orchids to yellow sunflowers.
Looking at them fondly, he imagined the flowers as cities, wondering where in these fields she was hiding.
He grabbed the green watering can, and sighed heavily, trying to push the thoughts of her toward the back of his head.
The watering can was still full of fresh water, and he watered the flowers carefully, not using too little or too much.
As he finished watering all of the flowers inside the small room, a young man leaned against the door frame of the staff room, arms crossed against his chest, staring intently at the man with a drooping frown.
He still wore his work clothes, and a nametag marked with 'Hoseok' on the left side of his apron. The man looked exhausted, his eyes baggy and hair dishevelled, unlike the man he was a few days ago.
Things around the flower shop had changed rapidly, and it had changed him too.
"Still thinking about her whereabouts, I see."
The afflicted man looked at the other. He placed the watering can on the back counter of the registration area, not sparing a glance at his younger associate.
"I don't think it's a crime, Jimin."
Jimin clenched a hand and chuckled. His laugh died down when Hoseok didn't join in and an expression of seriousness returned to his face, a cough escaping his mouth to relieve the awkward air.
"You're never going to see her again, hyung," he stood straight, voice echoing. "So what's the point of lingering in the past?"
Hoseok put his hands behind his back, untying the green apron he wore. He pushed past Jimin, gently touching his shoulder with his own. "This isn't any of your business, so move along with your day."
"I've tried to, but you've been putting your love life first rather than sorting out everything else that matters."
Hoseok scoffed in response. He hooked his apron onto the fourth hook, beside a red apron with an empty nametag pinned to it.
Smiling sadly, he stared at the silver tag.
It used to be her apron.
"Your friends, hyung. You're pushing them away for some girl who doesn't love you back." Jimin hadn't let the subject go yet, and he pushed Hoseok further down the edge.
