SELLERS OF FLOWERS | TK. | ONESHOT

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The small boy took out from the closet a long sleeve shirt and slipped it through his head, then grabbed his coat to put it on right after. A pom-pom was cutely sewed at the tip of his pastel blue wool cap, matching the soft-looking scarf around his neck.

It was a snowy day, unsurprisingly. The cold had arrived, and in a matter of time, winter came too.

The little boy ran to his father, who smiled softly and opened the door, hand in hand with his son.

The freezing breeze made the boy shiver, gripping the bigger hand slightly and scooting his small frame closer to the older, trying to gain some warmth.

They paced around the market, looking for something that was worth the pay. The pastel blue dressed kid glanced around, taking a glimpse of a bunch of roses that were placed in glass boxes. The heat lamps preventing them from freezing were what caught his attention in the first place, and the small boy tugged his father's glove, pointing at the store.

The older one shook his head and the younger pouted. But before they could leave, the curious boy saw another kid in the store, who was taking off the dead petals from the roses. His raven hair covered most of his face, but his furrowed little eyebrows were still visible.
The scarfed boy, who was a social butterfly, made an internal note to talk to the other and be his friend.

As the night arrived, the child, covered up by his thick blankets, wondered if someone had bought those roses, if someone had put them in water and hoped that they'd still be alive by the morning.

And with the flowery thoughts flooding his mind, the now warm up boy fell into a dark, peaceful sleep.

The small boy happily jogged his way to the flower shop from the previous day, hoping to see the other kid and maybe built up a friendship.

He skipped various shops before reaching the said one, and to his relief, the other was there, pulling off dead petals.

–Hi! My name is Taehyung! What's yours? –He smiled widely.

The raven kid jolted in surprise since he had not seen the other one passing by. He looked down at the dust floor and quietly muttered.

–...Jungkook.

Taehyung, being the clueless boy he was, didn't understand Jungkook's shyness and stepped closer while the other one took a step back.

–If you talk so low I can't hear you! –Taehyung whined, puffing out his cheeks.

–Jungkook. My name is Jungkook –he uttered–. Why are you talking to me? –he asked.

Taehyung just grabbed the other's smaller hands and grinned a boxy smile.

–Because I want to be your friend!

Taehyung didn't know his request would last this long. After eleven years of being friends with Jungkook and the last two of them dating, he couldn't have been happier. Jungkook and he just clicked. It was as if he had founded his soulmate, which he loved and treasured dearly, knowing the younger one felt the same way too.

Well, that would be if he didn't see Jungkook making out with a girl in a bar. Taehyung's heart cracked, as tears made his vision blurry. Jungkook wasn't even drunk, because when he was his face would turn ten times more red, which wasn't the case. Taehyung walked his way from behind, tapping the younger's shoulder. Jungkook turned his face, annoyed, but soon froze in shock at the sight of his boyfriend. What surprised him the most was the painful slap he received, though.