The bell above the shop door chimed, a sound you had grown so used to that it blended with the soft hum of flowers breathing in their vases. You glanced up from the lilies you were trimming, and of course, it was him again. Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook leaned against the doorway like he owned the place, tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of his black shirt, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “Guess what?” he said, not waiting for her to answer. “I realized my apartment looks way too depressing without flowers. Can’t have that. Gotta keep up my reputation as a romantic, right?”

You didn’t say anything, just pressed your lips into that quiet little smile he’d come to chase. The smile that made him return day after day, pretending he needed daisies or roses or anything at all just to see it.