Jeon Jungkook 22

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Something needs to be done.

'But I can't'

'I need to find a job'

I don't want anything

Thoughts sometimes swirled chaotically in his tired head, sometimes were completely absent—Jimin had long since lost the sense of either state. He simply existed, scraping by from day to day only because the sun rose and set.

And yet, in one of his surges of strength, the young man was able to make an attempt to change something.

A gentle bell on the door announced to Jungkook that a guest had arrived at his flower shop, and the owner raised his head to greet the newcomer with his usual Parisian charm.

He moved to this country a long time ago, became accustomed to it as his home, and even opened his own chain of cafes and flower shops. Now his life is filled with the aroma of French pastries, Korean desserts, and hundreds of varieties of flowers.

"Hello," Jimin's soft voice as he entered would have made any flower shy with its gentleness. "I... Do you need a florist?" He couldn't believe he'd even dared to ask.

The man looked at him with interest, subtly sensing the melancholy of the young man opposite him, seeing how something was swirling inside him, devouring him from the inside.

He didn't need a worker, but something else came out of the owner's mouth:

• Yes, I really need an assistant.