✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present.
She’s standing behind the counter whenthe doorbell rings and brings in a familiar face. Kim Jonghyun is a frequentvisitor to the flower shop she works at, if only because he is an obvious loverof plants and likes to stop by to admire the blossoming flowers and succulentplants that line the shelves in the display window.
What was once a woman slouchingagainst the counter was a bright-eyed, excited Hyejin waving frantically at theman. “Jjong!” She’s like a child seeing her elusive-but-favorite aunt who’sdeigned to make an appearance for the holidays. The truth is she’d already seenhim just last week. “Did you want to buy a bouquet of poinsettias before theyrun out? I’ll give you the employee discount.” Her face turns round from hercheek-pulling grin, but it loosens when she spots the package underneath hisarm.
The florist’s expression screams what is that? but she manages to keepsilent. She seems almost expectant when he approaches, but holds it in withpressed lips.
It’s when the wrapped present slidesacross the counter that she starts to bounce in place and clap her handstogether. “It’s for me?!” She reaches for it with surprising care, peeling offthe tape so it won’t ruin the wrapping. Hyejin bends her knees, trying to get abetter look at the box’s contents before fully pulling away the paper and shesucks in her breath.
