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Half a year has passed since Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun separated from their relationship on probation. During this time, the wild puma has become a downright tame house kitten, who wants nothing more than...
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With nimble fingers, the 26-year-old Yeonjunwrapped the thin wire around one of the flowers, fished a second one out of the compartment again, which was located underneath the table. They were dried flowers, which he had to handle extremely carefully or they would disintegrate despite the spray. At his old job at Huenings Flowers, he only ever worked with fresh flowers; here, in a much larger trade with many more employees, he was merely one of four who made bouquets.
It was a large, bright room with lots of daylight. Soft music played in the background while some workers could be seen scurrying by through the open door.
He almost drifted off into thought as he placed a tulip over the already woven bouquet, tying a loop with his sigh. Next to him knelt one of his work colleagues, planting new flowers in a small bed. His hands were already full of soil and his pitch black hair he hid under a cap. His apron had turned brown from wiping his hands, and as he stood up again, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve.
"That was the twentieth potted flower today, I'm freaking out," he groaned, bracing his hands on his knees. "Become a florist, Han, it's great," Han Jisung grumbled to himself, "no one told me I'd have to push flowers into a pot all day."
"Well, yeah," Yeonjun replied to him, as otherwise there was merely a silent co-worker in the room. "Just part of our job."
The aforementioned Han Jisung, a slightly younger, cute man with an interested, bright look nodded surrendered. "You're right," then he put his hands on his hips and looked over his shoulder at the taller man. "I'm sure you're tired of tying flowers all day, too."
Yeonjun shrugged, because actually he loved it. It was varied, always making new creations. New color schemes and compositions. The scent of the flowers was beguiling and fresh, meanwhile, after all these years in this profession, a slight callus had also formed on his fingertips, so many times he had hurt himself with thorns.
"I like it," Yeonjun said simply, smiling slightly as his counterpart, who was also tying a bouquet, nodded.
"Maybe I should try this too," Jisung, who was called by his last name by his friends, said, standing next to Yeonjun and watching him tie. "How long have you been doing this, anyway?"
