; interrupted || ksj & jhs
Seokjin’s life is a routine—it’s a routine he doesn’t remember, but is aware of. It’s a dull routine and he’s completely aware of it, but the routine is necessary and he has no choice but to follow it. He can’t function without a routine and it’s terrible, it sucks, but in the end he doesn’t remember it because the next day all those memories he’s created are gone. All the faces he’s seen throughout the day, the food he ate, the scenery that passes by him as time ticks away, it’s all gone. And he isn’t aware of it, he’ll never be, not unless he can turn back time. But it’s impossible—it’s possible for time to be turned back and he can’t wish for it because that wish is forgotten at the end of the day.
Today isn’t any different. Seokjin starts it by simply waking up, memories of yesterday are gone and he groggily checks his journal—then his phone for any memos or videos he possibly uploaded. Brushing his teeth is next and actually making himself look decent for the rest of the day. Then breakfast, quick and simple, and then he heads to his part time job. And then it repeats—waking up, ‘recalling’ the lost memories, breakfast, work, lunch, home, dinner and sleep. It hasn’t changed since he was released from the hospital and it’ll never change.
The flower shop is a second home to him. He can’t return to college (something he has to note down in his journal everyday) and he’s resorted to working in the flower shop. Seokjin’s knowledge of flowers hasn’t disappeared and the owner knows of his horrid condition, it’s all fine. The only downside to working in a flower shop is the lack of customers (it’s fine really—there’s no regular customers to remember), there’s nothing to entertain himself with except for the people that walk by the large windows. There’s a light tingling and he looks up. An unfamiliar face—but then aren’t all faces unfamiliar to him? A practiced smile forms on his face and he greets the man.
“Welcome! How may I help you?”