Inked Flower

Y/N lived a simple yet fulfilling life in Busan, pouring her heart into her little shop-a cozy haven where the smell of freshly baked pastries mingled with the delicate fragrance of flowers. A florist and baker by trade, she had built a place people often called "the perfect date spot," though she herself had never dated anyone. Her days were spent arranging bouquets, kneading dough, and caring for her customers with quiet dedication. Romance, for her, was something that lived only in the flowers she tied together for others.
On the other side of the city, Jungkook thrived in an entirely different world. A talented tattoo artist, his studio was his canvas, his ink-stained hands breathing life into art that would stay with people forever. Arrogant and confident, he lived without ties, playing around when he wanted but never letting anyone get close. Real feelings were foreign to him-he preferred to stay detached, focused only on his craft.
Their worlds should never have collided. But when Y/N accompanied her best friend to a late-night tattoo appointment, she walked into Jungkook's studio for the very first time. To her, it was just another night. To him, it was the beginning of something he couldn't explain.
The girl who smelled of flowers and sugar left an imprint deeper than any ink he had ever etched on skin. For the first time in his life, Jungkook couldn't stop thinking about someone-not about her smile, not about her laugh, but about the way she made his heart stir in a way nothing ever had before.
Everything changed that night.