hi lovely! my dms are in a.......weird tumblr limbo where i can't see them for some reason?? it's been like this for a while. i think i need to reach out to support to fix it but alas i've been dragging my feet on it
LATE AS HELL bc i was really busy during the holidays to post this but! here is the choi’s first chrimmus as a family! hope you all had wonderful holidays and may 2019 be a time where i can update this blog more often!
Glad to see you active here again/still :> I haven't been active lately but saw you reblogging some queued posts ❤️ I hope you're doing well!
-reifromrfa 😊
hi rei! 💜 i'm like semi-active at the moment, haha. i'm cooped up at home now that winter's come, so i've been more active here and reading more vns/ifs. i may even take a couple of requests soon 👀
hope you're doing well too!! much love to you and yours x
Reader/Saeran Choi - Seasons of Change (Part I: Autumn)
here’s some some softe SE saeran just because
word count: 1414
check out my masterpost here
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You first met Saeran as the long, hot summer days slowed and autumn trailed in closely, cool and brisk. It was the last day for the Seoul garden show, and you figured perhaps you’d try to sell your flowers one last time before they withered with the oncoming frost. After all, as a florist, autumn was not your best season, and winter was even more difficult.
Reader/Saeran Choi - Seasons of Change (Part I: Autumn)
here’s some some softe SE saeran just because
word count: 1414
check out my masterpost here
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You first met Saeran as the long, hot summer days slowed and autumn trailed in closely, cool and brisk. It was the last day for the Seoul garden show, and you figured perhaps you’d try to sell your flowers one last time before they withered with the oncoming frost. After all, as a florist, autumn was not your best season, and winter was even more difficult.
People of all ages lingered at your little stall, curious eyes perusing your wares. You had lilacs and baby’s breath and gardenias, though what seemed to catch the attention the most were your roses. They were blue like the sky between dusk and midnight, like the unimaginable depth of oceans.
Those roses had come from seeds gifted to you in a little unmarked package, and they were your most beloved flowers. Clearly they weren’t only your favourites, though no one seemed to like them enough to purchase any today.
The day had come and went. It was when dusk began to slowly give away to nightfall when he’d come in, dark hood pulled over his head. He’d made a beeline towards your stall, so quickly that you’d been taken aback.
“Your roses, how much are they?”
Mint eyes peeked up at you, almost shy. As he lifted his head, his hood fell, revealing his snow white hair, the tips brushed with pink.
He was beautiful in the most delicate way.
It gave you pause and you stammered for a moment before coming up with a discounted price. If they didn’t go home with someone, they would be wasted anyway.
“I’ll take all of them.” He’d thrust the money towards you before you’d even finished speaking.
“Oh, of-of course!” You went to make him change, but he waved you off. “Would you at least like them wrapped up? I can make you a bouquet.”
After a moment’s pause, he nodded, almost bashful. It was adorable how his attitude had changed so quickly, from being so oddly aggressive about taking your entire bundle to hardly acknowledging it be wrapped. It almost had you blushing.
He was good looking and cute to boot.
“Someone’s awfully lucky to be receiving all these,” you said, making small talk as you pulled out decorative paper and ribbons. “They’re usually my best sellers, but I suppose no one really wants bouquets outside of special occasions.”
“N-no, not- they’re-they’re for me.”
You blinked at him, only to see his cheeks flush faintly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t offend you. I didn’t realize-”
Didn’t realize what? That people bought flowers for themselves?
Well... then again, how often did people really do that?
“It’s fine.”
“Well, enjoy. I hope you have a good night.” You handed him the bouquet and watched how he gently cradled it to himself, almost protective. He gave you a nod, turning away and leaving as quickly as he had come. You watched until the white curls had disappeared out of sight.