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from my winter to your summer (preview)
SYNOPSIS — as winter gives way to spring, a burned-out university graduate unexpectedly finds himself working at a small flower shop café after a chance encounter during his father’s funeral slowly changes the course of his life.
⤷ pairing ⭑.ᐟ choi beomgyu x fem! reader
⤷ genres/tags ⭑.ᐟ slow burn, strangers to lovers, forced proximity, coworkers au, flower shop & cafe au, roommates au, hurt/comfort, ANGST (im sorry..), healing, mutual pining, yearning, found family
preview wc ⭑.ᐟ 1.4k+.
⤷ warnings ⭑.ᐟ alot of grief, depression themes, financial struggles, unhealthy coping mechanisms (mostly smoking/alcohol), beomgyu gets chased/assaulted by debt collectors, blood/injury mentions, violence/themes of violence, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of death
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Winter settles heavier across the city that morning, cold air brushing against his face as he walks past damp sidewalks and slowly opening storefronts. Somewhere nearby, the smell of coffee drifts through the streets while tram tracks shimmer faintly beneath the cloudy sky.
A small flower shop catches his attention a few streets away from his apartment.
The warm lighting behind the fogged windows stands out immediately against the muted grey buildings surrounding it, and after hesitating briefly, Beomgyu steps inside.
The soft chime of the door echoes gently behind him as warmth slowly settles over his skin, replacing the cold that had followed him throughout the walk there.
Fresh flowers crowds nearly every corner of the shop while faint music hums quietly near the counter, and small handwritten tags rest beside certain bouquets explaining the meanings behind different flowers.
Large glass windows allowed the pale winter sunlight to spill softly throughout the shop, settling beautifully across the bouquets and casting a gentle glow against their petals. The warmth of the natural light made the colors appear almost dreamlike underneath the muted winter sky outside, giving the entire space a quiet sense of comfort that felt untouched by the cold city streets beyond the glass.
“Can I help you with anything?”
The voice pulls Beomgyu from his thoughts.
He looks up quietly, finally noticing you standing near the counter with a bundle of freshly trimmed stems resting against your arm. Small leaves clung absentmindedly to the sleeves of your cardigan while your fingers adjusted the ribbon tied around one of the bouquets beside you, movements familiar enough to seem almost automatic by now.
For a brief moment, Beomgyu simply watches as you carefully place the arrangement back down beneath the sunlight pouring through the windows.
“I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to get,” Beomgyu admits quietly after a moment, his gaze drifting awkwardly toward the flowers surrounding him.
A small smile pulls at your expression as you step away from the counter and closer toward him.
“That’s okay,” you reassured softly. “Most people don’t.”
Your eyes briefly scan the flowers he had been lingering around earlier before settling back on him again.
“Do you know what kind of occasion it’s for?”
Beomgyu hesitates.
“A funeral.”
A quieter silence settles between the two of you after that, the kind that naturally follows certain words once they’ve been spoken aloud.
Your expression softens almost immediately, though you’re careful not to let sympathy overwhelm your face enough to make him uncomfortable. Instead, you glance back toward the flowers beside you before gently reaching toward a cluster of pink camellias.
“You don’t have to choose only one kind,” you say quietly while gathering several stems into your hands. “Some flowers say different things better together.”
Beomgyu watches quietly as your fingers drift between the bouquets, careful and unhurried in the way you gather certain flowers while leaving others behind. Sunlight spills softly through the windows, briefly catching against shades of pink and white beneath your hands.
His gaze drifts toward the pink camellias resting near the counter, lingering briefly on the small handwritten tag beneath them.
Love. To miss someone deeply.
The words remain quietly at the back of his mind while he watches your hands move between the bouquets, carefully sorting through different flowers with an ease.
“These are often chosen for funerals too,” you say softly.
Your fingers brush past a cluster of sweet peas before gathering several stems together beside the hydrangeas and white tulips resting nearby. Beneath them, fading ink stretches neatly across the small paper tags.
Goodbye. Gratitude.
Beomgyu’s gaze lingers on the small paper tags longer than it should. There is something quietly unsettling about how naturally the meanings seem to fall into place beside one another, as though the flowers had already arranged the feelings for him before he ever found the words himself. Even so, his hand still reaches toward them without hesitation.
You continue adjusting the bouquet in your hands, adding several hydrangeas beside the sweet peas before eventually reaching toward the white tulips resting near the edge of the display. The petals brush lightly against your fingers as you pull a few stems free, their handwritten meaning resting quietly beneath them.
Forgiveness.
For the first time since entering the shop, Beomgyu lowers his gaze slightly, his thoughts turning inward in a way he had spent months avoiding altogether.
He’s not entirely sure whether his father deserves forgiveness yet. Still, standing beneath the warmth of the flower shop with the bouquet slowly taking shape between your hands, the idea no longer feels quite as distant as before.
You gather the flowers together carefully against the counter, adjusting the arrangement with concentration while sunlight catches softly against the ribbon slipping between your fingers.
“They all mean different things on their own,” you murmur, tilting the bouquet slightly to examine it beneath the light, “but together they usually become something… that touches the heart gently.”
Beomgyu says nothing at first.
His gaze lingers briefly on the flowers before drifting toward the large windows beside the shop, where the city outside continues moving beneath muted skies and passing tram lines.
For the first time that morning, the noise in his mind feels quieter than usual, softened slightly by the faint scent of flowers lingering throughout the room.
“You know a lot about this stuff,” he remarks eventually, his voice quieter than before.
A small smile tugs faintly at your expression as you straighten the ribbon around the bouquet once more.
“My grandparents own the shop,” you explain. “I grew up around flowers, so after a while you just start memorizing what everything means.”
Your fingers brush absentmindedly against one of the camellia petals before continuing.
“Most people who come here are usually buying flowers for someone they love,” you say absentmindedly, smoothing the ribbon carefully between your fingers. “Birthdays, anniversaries, confessions, funerals... things like that.”
Something about the sentence causes Beomgyu’s thoughts to linger there unexpectedly.
Truthfully, he had never spent much time around places like this before. Romance had always felt distant from his life growing up, especially when most of his time outside university disappeared into part time jobs while whatever money remained afterward went toward tuition fees, groceries, or expenses his father could no longer keep up with. Eventually, relationships became something he simply stopped thinking about altogether. There were always more important things demanding his attention first.
Still, despite everything, his father had never been rough with him. Even during the worst periods of their lives, there had always been patience lingering beneath his exhaustion, enough for Beomgyu to remember him as more than just the man who disappeared.
You finish wrapping the bouquet not long after that, folding the paper carefully around the flowers before tying the ribbon neatly beneath the stems. The arrangement rests quietly against the counter between the two of you.
For a brief moment, Beomgyu simply looks at it.
Then, almost as though remembering where he was, he reaches toward his wallet.
“How much does it cost?”
You name the price after a short pause.
Beomgyu’s brows furrow almost immediately.
Truthfully, he knew next to nothing about flowers, but even to him the number sounded wrong. Too low for the amount sitting in front of him, especially after watching you spend the last several minutes carefully piecing the bouquet together by hand.
His gaze lifts from the flowers back toward you.
“Isn’t it usually more expensive than that?”
You hesitate briefly at the question, fingers absentmindedly straightening one of the loose ribbons left across the counter before a small smile tugs faintly at your expression.
“Normally, yeah.”
There’s something oddly sheepish about the way you admit it.
Before he can respond, you continue lightly, almost as if trying to brush past it before it becomes a bigger conversation than necessary.
“It’s fine though. Think of it as me investing in future business.”
Beomgyu looks at you quietly.
You gesture vaguely toward the empty side of the shop near the windows.
“My grandparents are turning part of the place into a cafe soon as an extension,” you explain. “So if you come back once that opens, we’ll call it even.”
The offer leaves you lightly, almost absentmindedly, as though kindness had long become second nature to you rather than something carefully presented for others.
Beomgyu lowers his gaze briefly toward the bouquet in his hands. Somewhere between the quiet conversation and the meanings carefully woven into each flower, the weight he had carried in with him that morning no longer feels quite as unbearable as before.
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blurred four — jealous ho ⤷ a/n: a few days later... + baby cousin hyuka is back <33 + a few little moments between minju & leehan *hint, hint* & finally introducing beomgyus characters hmmm ( ˆ𐃷ˆ )
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blurred three — evil young lads I suppose... ⤷ a/n: written part + smau ( wc - 1658 )
The cafeteria is louder than usual today, or maybe you’ve only started noticing how loud everything is now that your brain no longer knows how to filter what matters and what doesn’t. Chairs scrape against the floor in sharp bursts, trays slam onto tables, and somewhere near the vending machine, someone is arguing over stolen fries with the kind of passion that makes you wonder if this is what normal school life is supposed to feel like.
You stand near the entrance for a few seconds longer than necessary, one hand wrapped around the strap of your bag as your eyes slowly move across the crowded tables, searching for a face you technically know but don’t actually recognize.
Choi Yeonjun. Your boyfriend. Allegedly.
The thought still feels strange no matter how many times you repeat it to yourself. Your friends had shown you pictures, messages, screenshots, little pieces of proof that seemed too specific to deny and too unfamiliar to accept all at once. There were photos of you beside him in places you don’t remember visiting, videos of him laughing at something you must have said, and blurry selfies where you looked so comfortable leaning into him that it almost felt embarrassing to look at for too long. It was your face in all of them, your smile, your hands, your life, and yet it felt like looking at someone who had borrowed your body for a year and returned it without explaining anything.
You pull your phone from your pocket again even though you already know there is no new message waiting for you. The tweet you posted earlier sits there innocently on your private account like it hadn’t just summoned the most confusing person in your life to the cafeteria.
You send him a message for the first time ever since your return.
I’m waiting near the snack bar.
*Read*
No response…
You don’t know why that bothers you. Maybe because you don’t know him well enough to understand whether his silence means he’s annoyed, busy, amused, or simply used to ignoring you. Maybe because there is something unsettling about being left on seen by someone everyone keeps telling you used to love you. Or maybe because, deep down, a part of you had expected him to answer like he knew exactly how to calm you down.
Instead, there is only the noise of the cafeteria and your own uneasiness sitting heavy in your chest.
You stare at your phone for a few seconds longer before locking it with a quiet sigh, letting it fall onto the table beside your untouched drink.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe meeting him face to face wasn’t necessary yet.
You don’t even know what you’re expecting out of this conversation. Closure? Answers? Some magical moment where looking at him suddenly unlocks every missing memory in your head like one of those dramatic movie scenes?
You rub your thumb absentmindedly against the edge of your phone before glancing toward the cafeteria entrance once again.
Still nothing.
Tap.
A light touch lands against the back of your shoulder.
You jolt so badly you nearly choke on your own breath, immediately turning around in your seat with wide eyes.
“Oh my god-”
Because standing behind you is him, Choi Yeonjun.
You recognize him immediately, not from memory but from the countless photos and videos your friends had shown you over the past two days in desperate attempts to fill in the missing pieces inside your head. Still, seeing him in person feels different somehow. More awkward and definitely more real.
For a second, all you can really do is… stare.
He looks unfairly calm compared to the mess currently unfolding inside your head, one hand still half raised from tapping your shoulder while the other rests inside the pocket of his hoodie.
Up close, there’s something strangely disorienting about him. Familiar enough to make you pause, yet distant at the same time, like your mind recognizes him before your memory does.
And annoyingly enough, he’s pretty.
Like… distractingly pretty.
His eyebrows lift slightly as he watches your stunned expression. For a second, he just stands there awkwardly, like he isn’t entirely sure how to start this conversation either.
“Hi,” he says after a moment, quieter than you expected.
Something small shifts in his expression at that, almost relieved. He lets out a soft breath through his nose before glancing down briefly at the seat across from you.
“Can I sit?”
“Yes,” you answer a little too quickly, immediately straightening in your seat. “Yeah, of course.”
Yeonjun nods quietly before pulling the chair across from you out just enough to sit down properly. For a few seconds, neither of you say anything. The noise of the cafeteria continues around you so normally that it almost makes the situation feel even stranger somehow.
“This feels a bit weird to me,” you admit carefully. “I mean… we’re together, as I've been told.” A small awkward laugh leaves you before you continue, quieter this time. “And I just wanna make sure about the, uh… details of our relationship, I guess.”
Yeonjun stays silent, listening.
“How we met,” you mumble, avoiding his eyes for a second. “How long we’ve been dating… what it was like…” You hesitate briefly before adding, almost embarrassed, “Stuff like that.”
Yeonjun stays quiet for a moment like he’s carefully thinking through what to say first.
“We started dating around four months ago,” he says gently. “I was the one who approached you first because… well.” He looks away briefly, almost awkwardly. “You’re pretty.”
Your stomach twists a little at how casually he says it.
“And you used to help out near the basketball court a lot,” he continues. “I think it was mostly because your friend was a cheerleader? Wonhee, right?”
You slowly nod.
“I noticed you there first,” he says. “Then we just kept running into each other after that. We got closer naturally, I guess.” A faint smile appears on his face for a second. “And then eventually we started dating.”
You stay quiet, trying to piece together the version of yourself he’s describing inside your head, and it feels strangely unsettling listening to someone explain your own life back to you.
Yeonjun notices your expression immediately, and his voice softens even more after that.
“I know you have a cat named Pixie,” he says. “Because your favorite Pokemon is Vulpix. The Alolan one, by the way.”
There’s a tiny bit of pride in his voice when he says that last part, like he’s weirdly pleased with himself for remembering correctly.
“You used to get annoyed whenever people forgot that part.”
A small breath leaves you before you can stop it, somewhere between a laugh and disbelief.
“And I came over to your house a lot too,” he continues. “Your mom always made those banana chocolate chip muffins whenever I visited.”
This time, he actually smiles properly.
Not a huge one, but enough that you can tell he’s unintentionally getting carried away talking about you.
Then he notices the look on your face, and almost immediately, the smile falters.
Because while he’s talking, all you can really think about is how none of this feels familiar to you at all.
You take a small breath before speaking again, fingers nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of your uniform.
“Then maybe…” You hesitate briefly. “Maybe we could hang out more? You know, just to help me remember things.”
Yeonjun stays quiet, listening carefully.
“Because truthfully,” you continue more softly, “I feel kinda horrible about all of this. Like… the accident was obviously bad for me, but I’m sure having your girlfriend forget your entire relationship probably isn’t much better.”
The words leave your mouth awkwardly, but they’re honest.
You glance at him properly for the first time since he sat down.
“So maybe,” you say with a small uncertain smile, “we can just… get to know each other again for now?”
Yeonjun looks at you for a moment before a small smile slowly appears on his face, softer this time. There’s something relieved about it, like your words had loosened a tension he’d been carrying around ever since seeing you again. And for a second, he’s reminded all over again why he fell for you in the first place. Even now, sitting across from him with missing memories and hesitant eyes, you’re still trying to think about his feelings before your own.
“Yeah,” he says quietly, glancing down for a second as if suddenly shy under your attention. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
You can’t help the awkward laugh that leaves you after that, mostly out of relief yourself. The atmosphere between you finally feels a little less tense now, less like two strangers being forced into a conversation they don’t know how to navigate.
Yeonjun clears his throat lightly before standing from his seat. “C’mon,” he says. “Let’s get you something to eat. My treat.”
“Oh, it’s alright,” you say quickly, already reaching for your bag. “I brought my wallet-”
Before you can properly take it out, Yeonjun gently pushes your hand back down toward the table.
“Well,” he says with the smallest smile, “reminder number one, I guess. Ever since we started dating, your wallet’s basically never left its spot on your desk.”
You stare at him.
“…What?”
“You never had to pay when you were with me,” he says simply, almost amused now. “I always did because… I wanted to.”
There’s no arrogance in the way he says it either, which somehow makes it worse. Or better. You can’t really tell.
You end up laughing quietly instead, shaking your head a little in disbelief.
“Well,” you mumble while standing up beside him, “who am I to turn down free food?”
A soft laugh escapes him at that.
And for the first time since sitting down with him, the smile you exchange doesn’t feel nearly as awkward as before.
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— blurred [ choi yeonjun smau ]
SYNOPSIS — returning to school after an accident that erased a year of your memories, you find yourself stepping into a life you don’t recognize. Naturally, you turn to the people around you, asking about the past year— and yet, they all seem to say the same thing: Choi Yeonjun. Your boyfriend.
⤷ genre : high school au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort ⤷ pairing : yeonjun x fem! reader ⤷ taglist : opened ⤷ status : ongoing
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⤷ chapters ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺ 01 - dear diary I guess... 02 - leave him unbuttered!!! 03 - evil young lads I suppose... [ half written ] 04 - jealous ho 05 - I dont consent!!