Thread by @vampyknj

a #namkook #namkookau where Namjoon holds flower arranging classes on Sunday afternoons. They’re fairly popular, people all but wishing to attend to see the charming florist speak passionately about flowers and their meanings, how each species can be arranged to create +

beautiful bouquets.

It’s a usual Sunday during the height of spring, flowers all but in bloom and people line outside his small store for his coveted class, yet what Namjoon doesn’t expect is a young man to join them. Far younger than him, Namjoon thinks, with sweet +

petal-rose lips and wide eyes housing all of the constellations he wishes he could recite. His name, Jungkook, perhaps equally as darling, and he learns the man is timid with a laughter much more syrup-lined than blush-tinted honeysuckles. He learns fast, lips parting in a +

small 𝘰 at every step, and as Namjoon’s gaze rests on his own, what blush stains his cheeks peony leaves Namjoon’s breath to stammer— words fumbled and giggles from those who wish to hold him close.

But Namjoon is all but smitten.

As the class ends, a pang of dread settles within his veins, the prospect of Jungkook perhaps not returning the next week leaving his mouth dry and tongue to feel all but shrouded in cotton. He can’t quite tear his gaze from the man— lips saliva-sheened with each corner +

lightly tugging into the beginnings of a petal-soft smile— wondering if he, too, feels his cheeks ache beneath his gaze.

As Namjoon bids the class farewell, his usual words of;

“I hope to see you again next Sunday,” ring perhaps that little more true than ever, +

all but wishing for Jungkook’s return— to see his eyes widen in awe as his fingers delicately wrap the paper around the stems, tying a glitter-lined bow leaving remnants of gold to glimmer against his cheeks.

Each giggle falling honey-sweet, and it’s all that spurs Namjoon +

on during the week that follows.

As Sunday once more rears its head, Namjoon’s choice of flower is perhaps that little dearer to him than those he usually demonstrates with.

Those he usually sees line the small shop behind dark wooden tables, chatter all but settling warmth +

against the walls. Yet as a space rests empty at the end, Namjoon’s face falls just that little at Jungkook’s absence.

“I hope you’ve all had a wonderful week,” Namjoon begins, eyes trained on the flowers before him, perhaps so as not to fixate on what emptiness resides.

“Today’s bouquet is a little brighter— something that you may wish to do as summer is soon approaching. It’d be a sweet gift for a friend or a partner, or perhaps your family to make them smile.”

Dimples frame his lips, ones spread into an all but strained smile, and he +

can’t quite shake what heaviness rests against broad shoulders.

“The flowers chosen— as always— hold meaning, and whilst not many pay attention to what message flowers may send, you wouldn’t want to give someone a bouquet implying something you aren’t wishing to say.”

His words fall flat. What is usually laced with charm leaves his tongue bitter, each syllable one he’d much rather swallow, but as his attention once more turns to those before him, he sees familiar strands of tousled hair and ever-rose cheeks.

“Th-these two flowers—“

He begins, smile once more settling against his pillowed lips at the sight of the man, and whilst something resides within that prompts premature rejection to find its feet, it’s a thought he doesn’t quite indulge in for now.

“Aster— this purple-tinted flower— belongs to the daisy and sunflower family. It’s a beautiful little flower and one of my own birth flowers. Usually they bloom during late-summer, however these have bloomed far too early— I’d like to say just for us. +

They symbolise devotion and admiration, so perfect for those dear in your life. And Morning Glory— rounded indigo edges and a bright yellow centre— symbolise the beauty in fleeting moments,” Namjoon’s eyes rest once more on Jungkook’s own, whose lips are parted and eyes glimmer +

beneath the amber glow of the lights above.

“But they, too, can symbolise love.”

As Namjoon demonstrates, he keeps a trained eye on Jungkook, making his way to help whenever he needs prompting rose-tinted cheeks and sweet carnation smiles, mumbled words falling cotton-soft +

and as praises fall from Namjoon’s lips, he can’t mistake Jungkook’s breath stammer.

Yet he wonders just why the young man has begun to attend such classes, the looming prospect of impressing someone that he cares for all but settling guilt within Namjoon’s chest.

But as the weeks pass Jungkook’s presence remains as a constant, and as the fragility of exchanged words turn into something much more daring, and Namjoon can’t quite halt the warmth that blooms within with each stolen glance.

Spring falters much like summer does, and soon autumn’a firm hold leaves cheeks rose-dusted and noses all but flush, yet Jungkook is undeterred by the change in weather— donning a large cream sweater, sleeves tugged over fingers and heat shrouding his frame.

And as rain pours before them— the others leaving long before the deluge— Jungkook can’t bite down the shy smile that tugs at his sweet lips.

“You know,” Namjoon begins, dimples indenting his cheeks with each parting breath. “I never expected you to stay but you’ve become +

my most proficient student. Am I intruding if I ask why you started coming?”

“I heard about your classes and was intrigued— flowers really are beautiful. But I stayed because really, I wanted to impress someone.” And as these words fall, hurt finds its weave through Namjoon’s +

veins. “He makes my weeks that bit brighter and I’ve been trying to learn how best to make him smile.” Soft laughter bubbles past Jungkook’s lips, and whilst Namjoon smiles assuringly, he can’t help but feel dejected.

“I can help you if you’d like. You could make something +

very special for him.” Namjoon isn’t sure why the words fall— perhaps to see Jungkook smile once more— and as he does, he thinks what pain resides within is worth it. Such as thorns of a rose, Jungkook’s rose-blushed smile pricks at his heart with the sting of regret— +

regret for falling for someone he could never hold within his grasp.

“You would? I’d like to make him the prettiest bouquet I can.”

Namjoon nods, untrusting of the words that may tumble in a quiver if he so dares to part his lips, and wordlessly stands.

He walks to the loose stems in small buckets, pulling out those he deems his best, and takes them back over to the table for Jungkook to see.

Blushed peonies, sweet roses, darling hues of lilac and ivory baby’s breath are all strewn against the dark wood, +

Jungkook’s eyes detailing Namjoon’s every move.

“I can wrap it for you, if you’d like.” He asks, yet words draw to a halt as Jungkook shakes his head.

“Could I do it myself? I’d like him to know that I did it.” Once more a delicate giggle falls, and whilst the ache is resounding within Namjoon’s chest, it eases the burn just slightly, enough for a small smile and gentle nod.

Jungkook marvels at the flowers, the pads of fingers brushing fragile petals, and as he lays each one against the paper his eyes fleet to Namjoon for assurance which he gives in spades.

It’s strange, he thinks, watching Jungkook’s giddy smiles as he meticulously ties a ribbon +

around the bouquet for another, and all that he wishes for falls through his fingers. He wishes for nothing more than to be the man who brightens his day— to be all he could ever ask for— but he knows his heart has found its place beside someone else.

“That’s beautiful, Jungkook-ssi.” Namjoon lets himself live in what fragile fantasy he has created for a moment longer— smile ever-true and eyes resting fondly. “He’ll love it. I wouldn’t know a man who would say no to them.”

“I think he will too— thank you, Namjoon-ssi.”

As Jungkook departs with a tender smile and flushed cheeks— rain having now all but subsided— solemnity settles against Namjoon’s shoulders at the very thought of not being all Jungkook could ever want, because he knows that the young man is all that he has dreamed of.

He’s sweet, gentle, akin to the first bloom of snowdrops signalling winter’s end, ivory-tinted hope against frost that still finds its rest, each petal glimmering from its diamond-dew shield that settles against each petal.

He’s cherry blossoms in spring, fleeting yet divine, blanketing mundane streets in a petal-blushed spectacle.

Namjoon can’t quite find it within him to attend the shop the following day, but as all that he has worked on so tirelessly rests on the small store, he does.

Hours pass with little more than a trickle of customers, until the bells chimes mere moments prior to its closure, prompting Namjoon to stammer an apology with an averted gaze.

“Namjoon-ssi?” Jungkook’s voice is cotton-soft, eyes wide as he clutches the bouquet in a tight grasp between his palms.

“Jungkook-ssi. Is everything alright?”

He nods, breathing falling uneven as it stammers in his throat, and as his cheeks redden, he walks that bit closer.

“I said that I kept coming back to impress someone…” Jungkook trails off, watching as Namjoon’s face falls.

“Didn’t he like them?” Namjoon asks, perhaps a beat too soon leaving Jungkook’s lips to part in a giggle.

“I was just about to ask him.” He all but whispers.

“Lilac, the budding moments of affection. A sweet feeling that leaves you warm and days that bit brighter. Peonies, compassion and beauty. Roses, love in its purest. And baby’s breath—“ Jungkook pauses, voice all but wavering as his heart thrums against his chest.

“It means everlasting. I came to see who the handsome florist was— why everyone fell for his charms— but I didn’t expect to perhaps fall harder than anyone else. You’re why I stayed, Namjoon-ssi. I wanted to one day impress you with a bouquet of my own. +

If you don’t feel the same then I understand, but you have made these last few months the best I think I’ve ever had.”

“I…” Namjoon’s voice falters, tongue all but cotton within his mouth. His hands outstretch, tentatively taking the bouquet from Jungkook’s grasp before placing it on the table beside him. “Jungkook-ssi…”

He steps that little closer, breath puffing soft heat against+

Jungkook’s cheek. “I do. I’ve wanted nothing more from the moment that I saw you.” Namjoon’s voice wavers slightly, hands finding rest against Jungkook’s own.

“You like them? I know you picked them out but…”

“I love them. So much.” Namjoon assures.

And as their gazes meet, Namjoon swallows hesitation that settles against his frame. “Could I kiss you?” He asks, voice as delicate as newborn buds of spring.

As Jungkook nods, Namjoon untangles their fingers to draw a palm to his cheek as one finds its rest at the gentle curve of his waist, leaving Jungkook’s breath to catch in his throat.

He leans closer, eyes fluttering closed as his palm gently trails down, cupping the base of +

his jaw— fingers tucked beneath tousled strands.

Jungkook’s lips are pillow-soft, a honeysuckle sweetness with each touch prompting almost silent hums to fall as their mouths all but move in a steady rhythm.

It’s gentle and languid, fuelled by bashful smiles and giddy minds, and each time their lips find their part, it’s brief, until they become breathless and unable to reside in the moment any longer.

Yet as they pull away, little distance remains between them with the corners of their lips upturned and eyes never faltering.

“I see pretty flowers everyday but you’re by far the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” Namjoon says, thumb grazing light caresses against Jungkook’s cheek.

“You’re sweeter than any rose— maybe it’s too much but…” Namjoon pauses for a quick breath, regaining what composure so readily crumbles. “Let me treat you how you deserve. Let me take you on dates— bring you bouquets to make you smile. I’ll romance you, that much I promise.”

And as Jungkook nods with a bashful smile, Namjoon quickly turns to part to the rows of bouquets adorning the store. He picks out tulips, bright crimson against emerald stems, before handing the carefully wrapped bunch to Jungkook.

“These— ever-sweet love, a promise that what I hold for you is true.”

“I see how everyone who meets you falls for you.” Jungkook giggles, taking the bouquet in his tentative grasp, but Namjoon’s palms find their place over his fingers prompting warmth to tint their cheeks rose.

“I’ve only fallen for you.” Jungkook whispers, and as their lips once more find solace against each other, neither can quite help the petal-soft smiles that tug at their cheeks.

Hope strings such as emerald strands of ivy between them, fragility and yearning leaving +

lips to never quite part, yet each kiss is delicate— a silent question with each breath.

Jungkook is all that Namjoon could ever wish for, and Namjoon holds Jungkook’s heart in the broad palms of his hands.

Everlasting, they hope, and as weeks pass, each date is lined +

with cotton-soft petals leaving cheeks rose-tinted and gentle kisses something that they both readily indulge in.

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