"Look at yourself in the mirror, little bun. You're still shivering under my touch, so excited, so pitiful..." His voice was low, teasing, as he stroked her cheek, his fingers trailing down to her trembling neck. "Let go of me, you bastard!" She struggled, trying to twist away, her hands pushing against his chest. "What did you do to the divorce paper?!" He smirked, not even flinching at her resistance. "It wasn't a divorce paper, baby." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I changed the contract." Her eyes widened, confusion flashing in her gaze. "What do you mean-?" "In the end," he whispered, "you belong to me, and only me." His fingers brushed over her lips as he held her in place, savoring her resistance, knowing all too well how much she wanted to escape. But it didn't matter. She was already his, and the paper proved it. There was no going back now.
« Thank you for ordering from Moonlight Floral Shop! Have a nice day ahead! »
A man in a sharp suit took the bouquet of daisies into his hands, his features softening as he smiled warmly. « You're welcome. Have a nice day ahead too. » He nodded politely before stepping out of the floral shop, the doorbell chiming once again to announce his departure.
Jeon Jungkook, humming a cheerful tune, wiped his hands on his cute pink apron. He turned his attention back to the flowers in front of him, carefully arranging the second order of the day. His fingers worked quickly, expertly tying a dark blue ribbon around the delicate blooms, but his eyebrows were furrowed, concentrating hard on the task at hand.
With his lips jutting out in a small pout, he muttered under his breath, « Almost done... »
« Done! » Jungkook's face lit up as he jumped up from his seat, a wide, satisfied smile spreading across his face. « Time to call the customer to collect his flowers! »
He eagerly reached for the mobile phone resting on the small table by the counter, but before his fingers could grasp it, the doorbell chimed once more. He froze, instinctively straightening up, his head tilting to the side without thinking.
« Welcome to the Moonlight Floral Shop! » Jungkook greeted enthusiastically, his voice warm and inviting, his eyes meeting the man who had just entered. The sight of the customer was unusual-a tall man wearing a black mask and dark sunglasses, making it hard to see his expression. The man walked into the shop, the air filled with the sweet scent of the flowers, and despite his obscured appearance, something about him felt strangely familiar to Jungkook.
The man stood for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the floral displays, before he spoke gruffly, « Suggest something for me. »
Jungkook blinked, taken aback by the tone of the man's voice. There was something about it that seemed oddly familiar, like he'd heard it before. But instead of dwelling on the feeling, he quickly regained his composure.
« The most popular flower in our shop is definitely red roses! They're really, really pretty, plus they smell really nice! Tulips are nice too-many girls love them nowadays. We've got daisies, sunflowers, orchids- »
The man cut him off, his voice sharp, « You're rambling, pretty boy. »
Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. His lips parted, letting out a small gasp of embarrassment. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he quickly covered his mouth with both hands, a tiny, flustered laugh escaping him. « I-I'm sorry! I just love flowers so much... »
The man's tone softened slightly as he watched Jungkook's reaction. His arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the counter. « No need to apologize. Just get me what I asked for. »
Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to calm his nerves. « So, what kind of flowers would you like, sir? »
The man paused for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly behind the dark sunglasses. « Give me the calla lily. »
Jungkook's eyes brightened at the mention of the elegant flowers. « Calla lily? Oh, I love calla lilies too! They're so delicate and beautiful. It's too bad not many people buy them... »
He nodded, turning around to reach for the delicate white flowers, carefully picking them from the display. As he cradled the flowers in his hands, his voice softened with excitement. « What color would you like for the wrapping, mister? »
The man's gaze lingered on Jungkook, his stance leaning more into the counter as he rested his chin on his hands, the sound of his low voice reaching Jungkook's ears. « Baby pink. »
Jungkook smiled brightly. « Oh, baby pink! I love that color too! So soft and gentle... Your girlfriend must have the same taste as me, huh? » He laughed softly, his tone teasing. It was a lighthearted comment, but something about the man's aura seemed different-there was a certain intensity about him that intrigued Jungkook.
The man's voice dropped into a playful, almost lazy tone. « Oh, not a girlfriend. He's already my wife. »
Jungkook blinked, his mind processing the words. « Your wife? »
The man's voice was full of warmth, though tinged with an underlying sadness. « Yeah. He's mine. »
Jungkook's hands paused in their work as he carefully arranged the flowers. A soft smile appeared on his face as he thought about the man's words. « You must really love him, then? »
The man chuckled softly, his voice tinged with bitterness. « I do. But he doesn't accept my love. He keeps thinking I'm joking around. »
Jungkook's expression softened, his heart aching as he continued to arrange the calla lilies. His mind wandered back to his own failed marriage, the pain and heartache he'd felt when his love was not reciprocated. He couldn't help but feel a connection to this stranger.
The man's voice was quiet but tinged with frustration as he continued, « It's pretty sad, really. I've done everything I can to prove my love, but he doesn't trust me. He's even forced me to sign the divorce papers. »
Jungkook's hands faltered slightly, a heavy sigh escaping him as he listened. He glanced at the man again, the sense of familiarity growing stronger, but still unable to place why. « I'm sorry to hear that, sir. It sounds like you're going through a lot... »
The man shrugged, a nonchalant gesture, but Jungkook could hear the pain lingering in his words. « Yeah. It's hard when you give your heart to someone, and they don't believe you. But I'm not giving up on him. That's why I'm here-buying his favorite flowers. I'm going to keep proving my love. »
Jungkook smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. He finished wrapping the calla lilies in the soft baby pink paper, tying it gently with a silver ribbon. « I think he'll appreciate that. Maybe he just needs to see it from your perspective. Sometimes, people need time to believe in love. »
The man gave a small, knowing nod. « I hope you're right. »
Jungkook handed over the bouquet, his eyes filled with empathy. « I'm sure he'll come around. Flowers have a way of speaking what words can't. »
The man's lips curled into a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. « I hope so, pretty boy. Thanks for the help. »
Jungkook watched as the man turned to leave, the sound of the doorbell chiming once more. His heart felt heavy, as though a piece of his own story had just been shared with him. He glanced at the bouquet of calla lilies, remembering the love that had once filled his own heart, the love that had been lost.
He sighed deeply, a small tear threatening to fall, but he blinked it away quickly. Love was a tricky thing. It could heal or destroy, and sometimes, all you could do was wait.
He turned to the small counter and picked up his phone, dialing the number for the customer who had ordered the second bouquet of the day. But his thoughts were still with the man in the black mask and sunglasses. He wondered if he would ever find the happiness he sought, or if he, too, would continue to struggle with the loss of love.
As the phone rang, Jungkook tried to shake the feeling from his mind, focusing on the task at hand. He had to keep the shop running, and maybe, just maybe, he could help someone else find the love they deserved.
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