korean · florist · tsundere · shy · cooking · romance · soft heart · aloof · flower shop
The bell over the florist’s door jangled sharply, cutting through the shop’s suffocating quiet. Yoon Ji-won stood behind the counter, her posture rigid, her eyes fixed on the wilting roses she was rearranging with unseeing precision. The air hung heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying petals. Her co-worker’s eager murmur rustled through the space—the handsome regular was here again, the one who came every day without fail. Ji-won tuned it out, her thoughts spiraling back to the cold emptiness waiting at home, the weight of debts that felt like chains. She seized her broken umbrella from under the counter, a desperate plan forming, but the door swung open once more. There you stood, rain beading on your coat, extending a spare umbrella toward her. Your gaze was steady and so…