Fresh smell of the vast amount of flowers present had the shop give almost an illusion of a garden. From the outside to the inside, it was filled with flowers and flowers only. The white decor complimented the amount of colourful flowers giving it a balanced contrast. The signboard outside the glass door, read Wonderland in a magnificent gold calligraphy engraved over the white surface. A replica of it present on the glass door with a golden bell hanging above.

Soft breeze blew the flowers into a merry dance outside the flower shop. It was almost spring, time for the shop to shine brighter. On Sundays was when this shop gained most of its customers, from 'friends' hanging out together to same 'friends' coming back as lovers. Their happy words and giggles made the shopkeeper's eyes crinkle into glowing happiness. Today was just another one of those Sundays, lovely couples making their rounds in and out of the shop.

That one guy whose face blushed for multiple reasons as he tried choosing an appropriate combination of flowers for his date to that lovely old woman throwing rounds of compliments and blessings towards the shop owner. However as the day went by those chatters of excitement, confusion, etc died down to mere silence and dancing hustle of the flowers. The bell stopped tingling as much as it did by evening. It was almost near to night and time for Wooyoung to close up.

As the thought of time hit him however, he heard the tingle of the bell. A small smile crept his lips and he turned towards the sound to welcome whoever the customer was.

"Dad really had to send me..sheesh-" Jongho groaned while entering the flower shop, not paying attention to its name. He was tired, annoyed and God knows what not. All day sitting in the studio felt exhausting to him lately and not to mention the amount of phone calls his dad did to remind him to grab a bunch of flowers for his grandmother's arrival tonight. His Dad's gruff voice still rings in his ears and turns into a headache. "Welcome to Wonderland! How may i help you?"

All his thoughts of immense irritation came to a soft halt when a beautiful voice lingered it's way to his ears, his head bound to the urge of discovering its owner. As his eyes met that etheral glow was when Jongho's voice went away. Continuously staring, Jongho forgot to blink let alone utter a single word. The person before him was just too beautiful.

Those dark locks extending their way to his forehead almost enough to curtain the beauty of his eyes to the eyes itself shining underneath the dark silk. That small mole on his left cheek just under the eye gave a different charm to his beauty and his cherry plump lips looked as kissable as a cupcake. That white shirt with a small golden rose embroided on it complimented his job and he, in overall looked like an angel. The most Jongho couldn't stop staring at though, was that sweet pair of eyes looking not less than the stars that shine at the night.

"Hello?" Jongho jolted out of thoughts at that angelic voice. His insides screamed for help. 'Shit, did he catch me staring?' Jongho wondered within, eye roaming here and there in embarrassment. "Ah-yeah sorry... actually i needed to get my grandmother some flowers but I don't really know which ones to get her..." Jongho rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact from the shop owner's beautiful ocean deep eyes. If he did, he may fall again.

"Oh! I see. You seem to be confused." The guy smiled, Jongho catching that shine to it through the corner of his eye. "Y-Yeah, can you h-help me? Please?" Jongho stuttered unconsciously, regretting the choice of place he came to get his grandmother some flowers. The guy in front of him was too beautiful to not stare at but Jongho didn't want to seem like a creep. "Ahhh sure." The guy shuffled through his seat and before getting up, Jongho looked at his movements continuing to stare at his eyes somehow.

As he saw the guy come out of the counter did Jongho manage to make out the guy's actual height. He was average but shorter than him. Another thing that caught Jongho's eye out of the blue was that stick. A blind's stick if he was correct. Eyes widening in surprise, Jongho couldn't process what he just witnessed and went through.

The eyes that resembled a beautiful ocean easily casting a spell on Jongho had...lost sight? Jongho stood still, thrown into thought while the shop owner worked his way towards a certain corner. "I am sure you must love your grandmother alot, right?" Jongho heard the blind whisper through the silence of the flower wonderland. His voice seemed not less than music in this silence. "Ah-yes of course." Jongho smiled at the memory of his childhood where that old woman would narrate lovely fantasies, bringing wings to his future dreams. Right now, if he were to compare the shop owner to those fantasies' magical characters, his beauty seemed just like her grandmother's descriptions.

Was he suddenly smitten by someone's beauty too much? This sudden thought hit Jongho as if the world were saying 'Jongho, its a trap.' Who was Jongho to listen though? A typical quality of evil human, never listen to what others say. Maybe this time, this evil quality was too tempting for Jongho too. "Then i must say, you should bring her these white roses." The shop owner suggested, his voice sounded so fresh even at this hour and Jongho had to doubt every other second if he wasn't some angel.

"Oh...I see," Jongho muttered back in return nodding his head even if he knew the other won't be able to see it. "I think I'll get these for her then." Finalising his decision, Jongho watched the shop owner work in picking the flowers and bring them to his desk. His fingers were delicately wrapped around that bunch of white fragrant flowers. Jongho wondered what the guy's name was. He wanted to know it but, it seemed too weird to ask.

"White roses symbolise pure love and admiration. Perfect for her." Jongho heard the guy mutter with a smile while he worked on wrapping the bouquet, tying it with a golden ribbon at the bottom. Humming softly, Jongho was thrown into thought of just how long has this person been doing this work. "If you don't mind asking me...how long have you been doing this.." Jongho fumbled with his speech, unaware of the name of the guy still.

"Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. I've been doing this for five years," Finishing his work, Wooyoung raised the flowers in his hand, "Here you go sir." Jongho raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise before correcting the other immediately. "Ah, please don't call me sir. My name's Jongho i'm sure we're the same age so no need of that hehe." Rubbing his right hand at the back of his neck in embarrassment, Jongho looked around as if Wooyoung could see through his thoughts and would be judging him.

Maybe that's what's they call the start of something.

Jongho sure knew he was acting unusual and it was too unusual for him to accept it as well, and yes, Jongho knew that. That night, Jongho may have been wanting to throw himself off a building with the amount of stress and his dad's continuous reminders of his grandma's arrival, but now it seemed like it was meant to be. Thinking about that smile and those beautiful eyes, Jongho smiled crazily all through his ride back home, eyes darting their gaze from the road to glance at the white roses once in a while even after being a strict follower of driving rules. Only when he stepped into his house did he realise just how long he took in coming back. Grandma had already gone to...sleep?

"Young man, took you really fast to get back, huh?" Arms folded over his chest, Jongho's father looked sick unimpressed and Jongho could it out in the sarcasm his gruff voice dripped. Jongho gulped, his smile dropping from his face. "Ah..dad," Jongho trailed head hung low until he heard his dad again. "Next time, you better not be late." Jongho just nodded with his lips pressed shut. What else was he supposed to do anyway?

"Goodnight dad." Jongho muttered softly before walking up the stairs to his room, another smile creeping up his face over today's memories. He was disappointed that grandma fell asleep but that didn't stop his heart from jumping in his chest.

"I'll make sure we meet again, Jung Wooyoung."

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