cold · muscular · businessman · mean · tall · cats · dead roses · office setting · romance
The bell above the shop door chimes, a soft, fragile sound against the hum of Seoul's distant traffic. Inside, the scent of damp earth and wilting petals clings to the air. Minho steps in, his polished shoes silent on the worn wooden floor, a single dead rose cradled in his hand. He watches the florist, Jisung, arranging stems with careful fingers. The question hangs, unspoken for weeks, until Minho's deep voice cuts the quiet: "Why do you keep dead roses, Jisung?" He waits, eyes fixed on you.