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FLOWER BOY

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━━━━━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━━━━━

Jeongguk hummed a soft tune as he was sweeping the floor of his small flower shop. It was located on the far corner of one of the most dingy gangam street, next to the banlieue. He did not mind though, he didn't like too much noise. He had the opportunity to open in Seoul, but the city felt too big for little Jeongguk who started working at only the age of fifteen. The flower shop actually belonged to his mother, but she had fallen ill after overworking herself and she had begged Jeongguk to take care of the shop for her.

It was the only thing bringing them food on the table, and it wasn't NEARLY enough. It barely got money for him to finish high school. After, he decided to try and pursue his dream of becoming a lawyer, but sadly, he did not have enough money for it and no university offered him a scholarship so he bitterly let go of little dream and ended up working in this small shop.

He hated it at first, cursed it for not being enough, cursed himself for being too poor and do not even get him started on his father. A drunk good for nothing bastard who used to take the money his mother worked day and night to get, to spend it on poker and pay his debts. At the age of eighteen, Jeongguk managed to call the police and report him for what he did. He never saw him again since and he was thankful for that.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of his asshole of a father, scowling. He felt anger boil inside of him as he remembered all the awful things that man did to him and his mother. He wished he had at least punched him before he left. He sighed bitterly then stared at a couple of white roses, which calmed him down a little. He saw his mother in front of him, soflty caressing the petals as she watered them. They were her favorite flowers. They symbolized purity, love and affection, and that was what his mother was, an angel too good for this world.

He made a mental note to arrange her a bouquet when he goes back home, he could just imagine the way her eyes would light up as he enters their home with white roses in his hand. The thought alone made him relax and forget his father completly. He got his small earphones out, figuring he could listen to some music since the shop was empty. it was a tuesday night and he rarely got any customers besides weekends for wedding arrangements or during holidays. He plugged his small MP3 player and played 'Lay Me Down' by Sam Smith. He hummed along with the song before he began singing. He continued sweeping the floor, making it look like he was dancing as he was singing. He giggled at himself then went behind the counter and began cleaning it. He was too busy singing and cleaning that he did not notice the door open.