For over a month, Jimin had been receiving mysterious bouquets, each one different from the last. Every day brought a new arrangement—roses, daisies, lilies, sunflowers—and each came with a sweet message on a small, delicate card. It had become a quiet, comforting routine in his otherwise predictable life.

"You're as beautiful as these flowers," one card had read.

"May your day be as bright as the sun," said another.

"Someone is thinking of you," one had whispered, making his heart skip a beat.

"Your smile could light up the darkest night," had been his favorite, leaving him to wonder who could see him that way.

Each note had brought a small flicker of warmth, though he still had no idea who was sending them. Yet, despite his curiosity, Jimin had come to expect the flowers every day. It was a silent connection to something or someone unknown, something that made his days a little brighter.

But not today. And not yesterday either.

Jimin frowned, glancing toward the door of his flower shop, where the deliveries always appeared. The usual sense of anticipation hung in the air, but there was no knock, no familiar sound of the delivery truck outside.

Two days without flowers.

His thoughts whirled. Had the sender lost interest? Or was something else going on? He tried to brush it off, focusing on the arrangements he had to finish, but his mind kept drifting back to the empty counter, where no bouquet sat waiting for him.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” he muttered to himself, trying to shake the feeling of disappointment that lingered.

But the unease wouldn’t leave him. He had grown used to those flowers, even if they came from a mystery sender. Their absence now left a strange void in his day, something he hadn’t expected.

He tried to let it go, but his thoughts kept circling back. He wanted answers, but there were none to be found. And so, with a sigh, Jimin resigned himself to the mystery and continued with his day, pushing the flowers from his mind as best as he could.

That was until Hobi stepped into his shop.

“Jimin…”

Jimin looked up from the arrangement he was working on, startled by the serious tone in Hobi’s voice. “Hobi hyung,” he greeted, though his smile faltered at the expression on Hobi’s face.

“Have you been online today?” Hobi asked, his voice careful.

Jimin shook his head. Ever since the divorce, he had avoided the internet, especially anything related to Jungkook. The last thing he wanted was to see headlines about Jungkook’s new life or a new partner, someone who could give him the family Jimin couldn’t.

“No, I’ve been… busy,” Jimin said, glancing down at his hands.

Hobi took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “You should know… there’s been an accident.”

Jimin’s heart froze. “What do you mean?” His voice was barely a whisper.

“It’s Jungkook,” Hobi continued, his expression pained. “He was in an accident a couple of days ago. He’s in the hospital now. A private one.”

The words hit Jimin like a tidal wave, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His mind raced, replaying Hobi’s words over and over again. Jungkook. Accident. Hospital.

Jimin’s hands trembled as he stood there, processing what Hobi had said. Jungkook was hurt. He was in the hospital, and Jimin hadn’t even known. Suddenly, the absence of the flowers made sense, and a part of him felt foolish for thinking they were just a sweet mystery.

Without another thought, Jimin grabbed his things. “Take me to him,” he said urgently, his heart pounding in his chest.

Hobi nodded, and the two of them hurried out of the shop, leaving behind the quiet flowers and unanswered questions. Jimin’s mind was racing, his only thought being that he had to see Jungkook, had to know he was okay.

As they drove to the hospital, Jimin could barely keep his hands still. His heart felt like it was in his throat, and his mind was filled with a thousand questions. What had happened? How bad was the accident? Why hadn’t anyone told him sooner?

When they arrived at the hospital, Jimin didn’t wait for Hobi. He rushed through the doors, his legs moving on their own as he navigated the hallways, searching for Jungkook’s room.

Finally, he found it.

Jimin paused outside the door, his hand trembling as he reached for the handle. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then pushed the door open.

There, lying in the hospital bed, was Jungkook. He looked pale, his arm in a cast and a few cuts on his face, but he was alive. Relief washed over Jimin like a wave, and his knees nearly buckled beneath him.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they locked with Jimin’s.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.

Jimin didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t need to. All the hurt, all the pain from their past seemed to vanish in that instant. All that mattered was that Jungkook was okay.

“I’m here.”