~Red Roses~

"Not Again"

Jungkook

Jungkook got out from the lavish black car as he set a foot on the pavement. He sighed and smiled lightly, the fragrance of vague flowers flared up his nostrils. His eyes gazing on the board hung above the shop door that said 'Florists'.

His memories came barging in his mind as he momentarily gazed at the door. So many time, yet it won't be the last one. And at that thought his heart weighted a little, he didn't want to but he had no say in it. He pushed open the glass door, with which a soft ting resound in the whole shop.

His light steps forced towards a bundle of flowers decorated all along the walls and small stairs for them in buckets and show peices. He smiled unconsciously when the red roses bloomed in one green bucket.

Red roses..

An indefinable connection he shared with those red feather like flowers. He looked up when a soft shrill voice resounded in his ears, "You came, dear?" His smile widened upon seeing the owner of the shop. He nodded his head slightly as he spoke, "It's nice to see you again, Mrs Kim"

The lady in her fifty's laughed, "Still so uptight like before" jungkook just smiled at her, "soften up a bit, there's none of your navy officers here"

"But the drivers still out there" jungkook jokingly pointed outside. "I'm still your naughty precious boy though. You always say that." jungkook referred to his past adolescent self, where he was totally one of a kind. He would be that one naughty boy in that group of children who would do anything to get what he wanted and whenever he wanted. Either if it meant to butter up parents of his friends to urge them to go movie out, or whether it meant to climb the tallest tree in the town just to have an unique apple in the evening sun.

It made Mrs Kim to cooe over the grown up boy Because she was one of those parents he buttered up like toast all morning and evening. Just to get the three friends of his out of her house to play and study.

"Ah, thankfully that jungkook still exists" he agreed with her giving an assuring smile with a nod. 

"For Alana?" Mrs Kim Questioned.

"Ofcourse," he agreed. "But this time I don't need the Lillie's and jasmines" Mrs Kim raised an eyebrow questioningly at the boy. Wondering, why did he want diffrent flowers from the ones he always takes for her.

"Which one then?"

"Roses.."

Jungkook bent a little as he inspected the beautiful red roses. The soft petals felt like melting in his hands like clear bubbles. Just by the soft touch he could see so much behind them, he looked up as he spoke. "I want these red roses for Alana this time"

Mrs Kim smiled while nodding her head.

Ofcourse this boy was getting more romantic as the days passed.

She got out from the front and came towards the flowers jungkook held. Her gaze softened knowing the meaning behind those red roses. She picked up few red roses as she walked back and made a small bouquet out of those adding few extra fancy decorations. Jungkook watched her as she delicately held them in between her fingers. He was eager and he knew Alana would be more eager than him at this point to meet him. His mind wandered to those beautiful moments when Alana would hug him like there was no Tomorrow. She would give him kisses, to her big boy, as jungkook would tease her endlessly. She would prick his finger while cooking purposely indeed to make him work.

But the one thing he could never forget was..

How she would wait weeks and months for him to return, so patiently..

Just so she can wrap her arms like thick veils of green to never let go of him. She would hold her thick tears all that time just so she can fill tons of buckets when she sees the one she loves, safe and sound in her arms.

It pained him so much as well to see her cry. But all he could do was get close to her as much as possible. There were multiple endless times when he just wanted to let go everything that he had and be with Alana for all of his life. But then it would hit him, why he would want to be a navy officer. And then all his struggles throughout his life uptill now he faced to reach the position he  is on, would come barging in. But the most he adored about Alana was..

She never once asked him to quit his job, Because out of all the people she was the one who so thoroughly knew how much he suffered to become who he is now.

And that just made him love her more than ever. He broke free from his memories as Mrs Kim spoke handling him the bouquet, "Here you go,  Jungkook-ah"

He politely smiled as he took the flowers in one hand and paid for them. He existed and sat in the car quickly as he asked his driver to reach thier house fast. There was no denial that he was getting impatient himself.

His eyes rounded as he imagined Alana too look at him with her big doe eyes, her glasses raising up on her nose as she would be starstrucked, out of the blue to see her love standing on the doorstep as a suprise; just how she wishes.

And here he wanted to fulfill this wish of hers which she dreamed as only a beautiful fancy of hers as she presumed that the officers would supposingly inform her about his arrival. This time, things were different. Jungkook had personally disregarded the idea of calling Alana and said he would suprise her. Just as he was imagining Alana squeezing the life out of him,  the car stopped.

His eyes roamed out of the window as he glanced at the beautiful tall house. A sudden flash of memories splashed his brain, as he remembered him and Alana, painting and decorating the whole house themselves. They were exhausted but they still laughed and goofed around the whole day as they enjoyed their busy time. An unconscious smile formed on his lips.

His heart picked up a beat as he knew, he was just foots away from Alana who had no idea it was going to be him who would ring the doorbell.

He hoped out of the car. His heart thumped in his chest harder the second his excitement toped the ranks of happiness. He would see Alana, after a whole half an year. It would be few months he would be gone but this time it was half an year, so long without her.

He felt his insides tickle as he closed the door behind him and walked up the white doorstep. His sensitive nose engulfing the fragrance of flowers hanging by the fencing of the second floor balcony which was right above on the side. They smelled ecstatic but nothing more than Red Roses to him.

He took in a deep breath. His hands shook a little as it hovered over the door bell and the next instance he knew, he pressed it. And within the next few moments the door flung open to an average height girl, with a thin pair of glasses scrunched up on her nose, as her hands were occupied to messily tie a bun on top of her blonde hair which were sprouting out from each direction. Yet the beauty of hers betrayed her messy actions. Her loose light purple top stretching with her hands as it dropper the moment her eyes met with the guest or more so to say, her home itself. The shock was evident on her face as the hair tie went loose from her hold falling onto the wooden floor as her eyes gazed up at his face.

Not believing the breath taking sight in front of her eyes she was left shook staring at his face intensely as needlessly thousands of questions sprouted in her mind. But before anything could happen, out of all the things she could do---

She slammed the door close her breath unsteady as she in took deep breaths. Outside, just as jungkook was about to embrace Alana in his arms the door was shut in front of his face, he rubbed his nose as it slightly scratched with the door. He hissed to himself,

"Not again Alana...!"

To be continued..
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