The warm, aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee filled Jimin's cozy café as the midday rush began to dwindle. He stood behind the counter, wiping the counter for the third time that hour, humming a soft tune as he occasionally peeked at the door. His heart carried a lightness it hadn’t felt in years—though he wouldn’t admit why.

He didn’t expect anything extraordinary that day. But the sound of the café door opening caught his attention, and when he turned, his jaw nearly dropped.

A delivery person, holding a large bouquet of flowers, stood in the doorway.

“Delivery for... Jimin,” the person said with a friendly smile, stepping inside.

“For me?” Jimin stammered, pointing at himself in disbelief. The other customers turned to watch, adding to his flustered state. He quickly dried his hands on his apron and moved toward the counter, where the bouquet was placed gently in front of him.

The arrangement was exquisite—a vibrant mix of soft pink peonies, white roses, and dainty sprigs of baby’s breath. Their fragrance was just as enchanting as their appearance. Jimin accepted the bouquet, still in shock, as the delivery person handed him a small card tucked within the blooms.

“Have a nice day,” the person said with a wink before leaving.

Jimin stood there, bouquet in hand, his cheeks painted a delicate pink to match the flowers. He stared at the card, his heart racing as he slid it out from the ribbon. The handwriting was familiar, a neat scrawl he instantly recognized.

“I think you’re like these flowers—beautiful, full of life, and impossible to ignore. Will you let me be the sunshine to your bloom? Yours, Jungkook.”

The card trembled slightly in his hands as he reread the words. His lips parted, his heart swelling with warmth and disbelief. He couldn’t believe Jungkook would send something so... romantic. A nervous giggle bubbled up in his chest as he clutched the card, pressing it gently to his chest.

“Jungkook, you cheesy idiot,” he murmured, though his smile gave away his delight.

“Did you like it?” a familiar voice suddenly asked, deep and smooth, sending a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

He turned quickly, and there stood Jungkook, leaning casually against the doorframe with his trademark lopsided grin. He looked effortlessly handsome, his tousled dark hair catching the afternoon light and his leather jacket adding an edge to his usual charm.

“J-Jungkook!” Jimin sputtered, his eyes darting from the flowers to Jungkook. “You—this—”

Jungkook chuckled, walking toward him. “Surprise,” he said, his voice teasing. “You’ve been working so hard lately; I thought you deserved something beautiful.”

Jimin felt his cheeks grow impossibly redder. “The flowers are stunning... and the card.” He trailed off, glancing shyly at Jungkook, his voice dropping to a whisper. “That was really sweet.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Jungkook said softly, his gaze warm and steady. “But it wasn’t just about being sweet. I meant what I said, Jimin.”

Jimin’s breath hitched. The café seemed to quiet around them, the noise of the customers and the coffee machine fading into the background.

Jungkook stepped closer, just enough to close the distance without overwhelming him. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now... You make my days brighter. You make everything feel warmer and better. So, I thought, why not just say it with flowers?”

Jimin blinked rapidly, his heart pounding so loudly he wondered if Jungkook could hear it. “You really mean that?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful.

“Every word,” Jungkook replied, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s. “But I’ll understand if it’s too soon. I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Jimin’s lips quirked into a small smile, his shyness melting into something softer, sweeter. “You’re terrible at this,” he said teasingly, though the fondness in his tone was unmistakable.

Jungkook tilted his head, a playful grin forming. “Terrible at what? Wooing you?”

Jimin giggled, shaking his head. “No, you’re actually really good at that. But this cheesy stuff—” He held up the card with a playful glare.

“Ah,” Jungkook said, feigning hurt. “You wound me, Jimin. I poured my heart into that card!”

“And it worked,” Jimin said, his voice softer now, his gaze shy as he added, “Because... I’d love to have you as my sunshine.”

Jungkook’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up like the sun itself. “Really?”

Jimin nodded, his smile growing. “Really.”

In a moment of boldness, Jungkook reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s face. “You just made me the happiest guy in the world,” he murmured.

Jimin felt his cheeks burn, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he held up the bouquet. “These flowers deserve a special spot,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Maybe near the window?”

“Anywhere you like,” Jungkook said, his tone light but adoring.

As Jimin busied himself placing the bouquet on display, he stole glances at Jungkook, who had taken a seat by the counter. They exchanged smiles, their hearts brimming with unspoken promises.

And for the rest of the day, the café felt like it belonged to them alone—a place where love had finally begun to bloom.