#flowereum

Attention stolen, June tries to keep his manners in check, etiquette and all playing like a record. All until he sees the orange held out towards him and he’s forgetting in favor of setting his peace offering down and taking hold of the fruit. Well it’s not a peace offering really just the same assortment of goods from the ahjummas at the bakery he used to play near. Every time they see him, he’s got a few complaints about his weight and cheers about how much he’s grown before they send him off with a goodie bag. It’s people like that that remind June of his p’s and q’s. As well as his mother. Yeoreum’s one of those people too, June’s grateful.

He takes a bite - forgetting all he should about not getting orange bits all over his guitar case or the handle carrying the goodies. All he cares about is getting the taste on his lips because the thing about summer is nothing sits and lingers and isn’t as drawn out as people make it seem. He can’t savor it as much as he wants and it’s probably because he’s tearing into the fruit rather messily but he’s hungry. Between morning classes and the walk here in the sun he hadn’t had time to think about himself, then there’s Yeoreom always managing to think of everyone and everything. That’s why he tries to eat and respond quick, hands doing what his mouth can’t get out well enough.

@flowereum p.s play don’t forget by crush yes

“noona!” “mm?”

and yeoreum always answers like this, bright, ready, welcoming. open arms and bright smiles. not like june is starved of them or anything but like the world itself can never get enough. like it needs more and more and more until it’s full. because while other people give and give and drain dry yeoreum is always full. always. “what’s wrong with a dandelion?” that has her pausing, not the kind of pausing june did, fingers over his guitar and plucking at strings like he was pulling for an answer. hesitant, confused, with his lips pursed in what could pass as agony. but it’s just confusion, the not so simple kind that brings about conversations on clear afternoons. conversations that don’t match the atmosphere but june’s never been one for perfect timing.

“hmmmmm, dandelions huh? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with them at all. why?” maybe it’s a good thing she doesn’t look his way because june’s got that look again. that look that has her tugging on his cheeks and telling him to fix his face. about how some faces just aren’t meant to scrunch up and puzzle the world all the time. june doesn’t do it all the time but he figured he must do it enough. like now, eyebrows, cheeks and nose all pulled together in concentration.

“well, my sister said I’m too much like a dandelion and one day, it’s all going to blow away.” he says it slow, like he’s finally getting it, she looks at him like she doesn’t want him to. like he’s being absurd and it’d be such a funny look if he weren’t so focused on the issue at hand. which is, why his sister seems to think he’s going to blow away.

“well, that’s one way to look at it. but also, you know people make wishes on dandelions right?” now she’s next to him, and it’s always a wonder to june how yeoreum always carries some kind of pocket warmth with her. whether in her voice, or her cheer, or even the small flower she’s holding in her hand. 

“you take it when it’s all white and fluffy and you blow and make a wish and let it scatter. it’s supposed to scatter to kind of make everything real. your wish that is. you put your wish in the universe and chase after it. and that’s what you’re doing right?” “well yeah----” “you scatter your wish everyday with your voice right? “sure?” “chase after it in the company?” “I guess?” “and you’re happy with it right?” “of course!” “then what’s wrong with being a dandelion?”

* ♡·˚. —- @flowereum ⇢ @remmues

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( still accepting | @flowereum )

eyes dropping down to examine the pastry on her plate, mina gave the leftovers a good poke before letting out a long sigh.  she really did want to finish the treat, but she knew it probably wasn’t wise to do so.  while the idol wasn’t on a strict diet at the moment, watching her weight was something that was always at the back of her mind.  she glanced back up at her friend, catching the hope in yeoreum’s gaze as she waited for an answer.  who was she to refuse a sweet treat for such a lovely person?

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accepting :: @flowereum

// @flowereum

there is no reason for you to try and carry all these supplies on your own.there is no reason for you to let those supplies block your vision.lee joowon you are not coordinated enough for this.lee joowon. you are better than this.

if joowon had listened to any of the voices in his head he might’ve actually avoided this reality. his reality is, scraped knees and blistered hands. his reality is tea bags and tea bag contents spilled before him ( thank god it wasn’t the china ) and nope wait there’s the china. one of the china anyway.

it begins with a delivery, as all good things usually do. a rather chill and welcoming delivery because he loves loves loves visiting yeoreum’s shop. but she’s always got a ton of things on her list and he always tries to look too good bringing them out. maybe it’s because it’s some kind of task for him to appear as put together as she does, maybe he’s trying to impress a pretty girl. either way he’s always carrying tons of boxes into her shop, from the curb of the street to back storage.

he was carrying three, a reasonable amount and she’d been used to this game, but she still warns him. and for the moment he’s too caught up in the voice to pay much attention. that’s when the happy hole hits, feet snagging on a dip in the sidewalk and sending him face forward into the concrete. he opts for trying to catch the good china while letting everything fall but it’s a spectacle nonetheless. and seriously embarrassing. 

now see if he was clairvoyant this wouldn’t have happened.