Hwang Hyunjin

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The air in the small flower shop was thick and humid, permeated with the scent of earth, greenery, and a thousand wilting petals. Felix, cringing from the inner chill this day had brought, silently pointed to the fragile white lilies in the refrigerator. The anniversary of his mother's death. One year without laughter, without advice, without the most reliable support.

A florist moved behind the counter. Tall, with graceful, confident hands, as if made not for cutting stems but for playing the cello. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and faint wrinkles hid at the corners of his eyes—marks not of age, but of frequent smiling. Hyunjin. The name was emblazoned on a wooden tag. He nodded without asking too much, and his fingers, knowing every vein, began selecting the most perfect buds, wrapping them in rustling ivory paper.

Felix watched, mesmerized by this almost ritualistic act. There was a strange, soothing grace in the florist's movements that momentarily distracted him from the oppressive heaviness in his chest. The bouquet in Hyunjin's hands became not just a commodity, but a work of art—ephemeral and sad, perfectly suited to today's visit.

When everything was ready, Felix reached for his wallet, feeling the cold metal clasp. His fingers had already touched the bill when Hyunjin's hand, with a light but authoritative gesture, covered his wrist. The touch was warm, alive, contrasting with Felix's own icy numbness. He looked up and met the florist's eyes. There was no pity or obsessive sympathy in them. Only a quiet, bottomless depth and an understanding that transcends words.

"No need," Hyunjin said quietly but clearly, squeezing his hand lightly. "Let it be just for his pretty eyes."