The usual fragrance of the flower shop felt much more inviting everytime Jongho came by to visit it, or maybe it wasn't the fragrance of the flowers there but the sweet eye smile of the owner. Its been a month and Wooyoung found himself befriending Jongho in this short time. Jongho's grandma may have not gotten the flowers fresh the next morning but that seemed to be a great opportunity for Jongho to sneak his way towards Wooyoung as he found himself making excuses to correct his mistake of arriving late last night and bringing fresh white roses as a compensation.

The tinkle of the golden bell above the wonderland entrance sounded as merry as the sweet husky whispers of Wooyoung's tired voice at the evening. However, over the past month Wooyoung's routine of waiting alone in the flower shop had changed, rather he would find himself sitting with Jongho near the window just beside the white roses while listening to his beautiful voice narrate him a book he bought after gaining knowledge of his reading interest.

Ever since the story of Wooyoung's life changing accident had been disclosed to Jongho, he couldn't help but find Wooyoung much more beautiful. Five years ago, Wooyoung was just any other bubbly person— which he kind of still is —finishing his last year of high school. His daily life was just what you would expect out of the current Wooyoung, full of smiles and content in life but that's what the world hates, right? Walking home that particular day in past didn't seem a single bit different to Wooyoung's usual routine, bidding his classmates goodbye and turning that same corner to throw a small greeting towards that old man who sat at his small house's entrance enjoying the usual chirping of birds.

However, something unusual happened after all the happy moments of Wooyoung's routine when he was dragged by a number of bullies into an alley a block away from his house. A punch in the jaw, a kick on the back and more, and as if that wasn't enough was he hit by a glass rod right on his head. He doesn't know what happened and what for all this happened, all he remembers is fainting and hitting his head again on the gravel underneath.

Opening his eyes for the first time after that accident, Wooyoung found himself coming across full black. First he couldn't understand what was happening but as he heard someone introduce himself as his doctor and disclose the truth of his new life, he found himself losing everything. A few days showcased immense thrashing and crying in the hospital bed, the following few displaced Wooyoung slowly breaking inside. A few more to follow, pierced his life into the thread of depression.

Now engaged to the company of his therapist, Wooyoung had to learn alot more. From learning how to live without sight to learning how to live happily like before. Walking in the hospital gardens had become a routine practice of Wooyoung. Months went by, Wooyoung learned alot but still learning to be happy again with life seemed to be impossibly difficult until one day.

Spring had kicked in a week ago, Wooyoung's senses seeming to be much more alert. The soft breeze tickled his neck as it befriended his black locks, playing and teasing them around to curl around his cheeks. Walking around, Wooyoung finds himself near the fountain's continuous music. Sitting at a bench just near it, Wooyoung's nose picked up a different scent. A familiar one yet alot more different in its sort. It was strong and sweet, a certain spark in Wooyoung striking itself to his heart before the question tumbled out of his mouth. "Doctor, whats this smell?"

Spring brought Wooyoung a new life in form of white beautiful roses and a whole new desire to do something better. A few months later and Wooyoung had recovered way considerably better to set up the foundation of Wonderland. Knowing about the meanings of different flowers through books, now read in Braille had Wooyoung learn a new way to continue his love for reading as well. However, all this had to start after Wooyoung finished an important task. What was it? To finish what started everything. That accident. The bullies had been arrested way long before, but did Wooyoung forgive them?

It took him time to decide on that but maybe Wooyoung had learnt alot more than just being happy with his new life that he promised to put everything in past. Now, his present was him and his wonderland.

Somehow, making a new friend like Jongho really made Wooyoung feel warm within especially after what he has been doing for him since day 1. Wooyoung, since after the accident never really came across someone who was actually interested in searching through the depths of his interests. Visiting everyday just to narrate a story unavailable in braille had Wooyoung really impressed by Jongho's behaviour.

The story had two unbelievably similar characters, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Hongjoong a blind ASMR artist— an actual spark to Wooyoung's interest in this book named, Love Song —and Seonghwa, a singer. Meeting Kim Hongjoong had been Seonghwa's busy schedule packed life's supposed relief with the ASMR service his sleep recieved through hongjoong's content online. Multiple descriptions of Hongjoong and Seonghwa's lives and the captivating features of Hongjoong had turned Wooyoung an anticipator of Jongho and his own meets to further know the story.

The daily life with no one to really accompany him wasn't so bad until now that he met Jongho. Wooyoung finally realised that going back to that life would be so boring without Jongho's daily ring of voice in ears to remind him someone cares. A soft smile curling up Wooyoung's lips, the small mole on his lower lip hiding underneath the upper lip's confines at the stretch, Wooyoung continued listening to Jongho until a disturbance knocked the merry calmness of the situation out. Jongho's phone started ringing, rather agressively according to Jongho's description after seeing the caller ID.

Sighing at his Dad's usual wrong timing, Jongho excused himself and accepted the call. "Yes Dad?" Muttering out in a mere grumble, Jongho sighed waiting for a reply. 'Where are you kid? Isn't it late?' Jongho's father sounded his usual way, annoyingly mocking. Shrugging, Jongho breathed out before wondering what to say. "Dad...I'm a little busy. But, I'm coming back right away." Jongho informed before turning a glance towards Wooyoung, who sat playing with his shirt's material while looking down where he thought his wrist must be.

Softly smiling a sad smile, Jongho turned back before continuing his talk with his dad. Wooyoung could bet it had been around 10 minutes when he heard Jongho come back, his back straightening up at the footsteps' sound. "Wooyoung-ah..." Wooyoung raised his eyebrows slightly turning his head towards the sound. "I need to go...Dad needs some help with work..." Jongho muttered apologetically staring at Wooyoung's face that seemed to turn to a small frown before he found a small smile resurface itself.

"It's fine, it's late anyways. You should leave now." Wooyoung muttered softly through the Shop's silence. "Alright then...I guess." Jongho looked around awkwardly not that Wooyoung could notice. "Wait!" Wooyoung suddenly interrupted his sightseeing as Jongho saw him get up and hurriedly walk around the shop. Wooyoung really had gotten used to it all so much, he didn't really need to focus much to move around the place.

Wooyoung roamed his hand over the soft rose petals, picking a beautiful white rose finding it the best. Smiling softly, Wooyoung smelled it nodding in satisfaction. Jongho knew this habit of Wooyoung. At least he noticed this way of Wooyoung picking the best flowers out. Turning around to walk back to where he thought Jongho was previously, Wooyoung roamed his hand around in air to find him.

Watching the man struggle, Jongho chuckle before grabbing Wooyoung's hand. "I'm here don't worry." Mumbling, Jongho saw Wooyoung smile. "O-okay good. Here, take this." Wooyoung motioned towards his arm, the white rose in his hand. Jongho raised his eyebrows before slowly taking it. "Ah- how much is it?" Jongho questioned wondering the price. Wooyoung chuckled at the question. "Hehe, dummy it's a gift from me. Now go, you got to work, remember?"

Jongho nodded slightly embarrassed before taking his leave. All while his ride back, the rose sat in front of his eyes as he continued smiling. Even while working at home till late night, the rose accompanied him. Somehow, he did succeed in hiding it from his Dad. Now, on his way to bed the rose sat on the nightstand watching Jongho sleep with a small smile up his face. What else did he need to be happy after his dad's call anyway.

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