#twwinnie

˟ ( @twwinnie​ ) ･ﾟ☆

hoseok hums softly to the calming music that fills the store.

he spends most of his time here, of course-- how could he not? when he’s invested so much time and effort into his little nook, filled with flowers and the scent of freshly glazed clay. and today it’s in the hours of the lunch rush, when things are the slowest for his flower and pottery shop. he sits at the counter, in direct view of the doors that haven’t opened for an hour now at least, head buried in an old book, held by one hand as the other digs into a tupperware of cookies.

his head lifts as the small bell rings out in the quiet store, sunlight streaming through and reflecting off of the petals and leaves, giving them a warm glow and illuminating all the different colors. his ears twitch as he hears the newcomers before he sees them, a familiar voice mixing in with soft and young, excited chatter. hoseok sits up straight, brushing his hands off on his dust spotted apron and standing up quietly.

“winnie,” he states, and his lips twitch up into the smallest of gentle smiles-- if only to appease the children holding onto either of his friend’s hands. he leads them near to the back of the store where he has a small, short round table set up with chairs prepared and a table of craft supplies set out. 

starter for @twwinnie !

the mundy world is full of wonderful things, taeyong thinks. there’s many a scary, dark corner and monster’s hiding out of sight, but there’s pleasant things too. one of these pleasant things is something called a ‘blanket fort’ - taeyong hears about it when he see’s an advertisement on the tv (a magical box that played things called ‘movies’ and ‘shows’), and immediately knows he simply must tell pooh about it.

it seems just the thing best friends would do together - create a little castle out of blankets, just for them to enjoy and rule over together. when taeyong was a stuffed piglet the only thing he ruled over was his beech tree, and now that he doesn’t have that anymore he only has his little pastry shop to rule over. it might be nice, he thinks, for pooh and him to play make-believe and pretend they’re royalty in there soft castle.