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Soy un mar de emociones que estan a punto de causar un tsunami, llevándose todo a su paso, sin dejar rastros de lo que algún día creían conocer de mí.

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cambiare (m.yoongi x reader)

warnings/tags: idol!yoongi x florist!reader. lovey dovey yoongi getting ready to propose :D , yoongi reminiscing about his precious buttercup and fluffy stuff :(

genre: fluffyyy~

words: 686 words

a/n: ik no one listens to the song recommendations i put but pLIS for the love of yoongi, listen to me after you by paul kim.

Yoongi can't figure out when things have changed. He doesn't know when your coat made home next to his. He doesn't know when small succulents and delicate flowers made their way into his apartment. His kitchen cupboards used to be filled with bare necessities and now he's treated to a feast everyday.

Yoongi hates change.

He hates the way it abruptly shifts his peaceful life to a harrowing one. He isn't fond of its ways, often letting out his frustrations about the topic through speedy raps. Yoongi surprises himself, looking forward to the changes you bring him everyday. He got used to your never-ending chatter, which to him, is true music. Your sweet voice, along with your nimble hands and gratifying smile and to top it all off, your pure and kind eyes. He always asked you how your day was, just to hear your voice. Whenever you asked about his, he would try to reply with a smile all the time because he knew you loved his smile. You both understood each other easily and fit like a perfect puzzle. You were, quite literally, a precious flower in his sight.

You.

Yoongi wasn't in the right state of mind, as he likes to put it politely, when he met you. He stumbled across your shop when running away from overbearing fans. He had run in and shut the door when he heard a lilting "may i help you?" he whipped his head to find the source of the voice and found you with an arrangement of tulips and pansies in your hand. "just for a while, okay? how do you lock the door?" he said gruffly, irritated that he couldn't even take a walk for peace of mind. You slide from behind the counter and lock the door behind him. Your floral fragnance isn't strong, Yoongi notes, somehow not even minding the closeness. He looks at you, your lips moving, talking to him it seems. "...bit of tea perhaps? i know the shop can be a bit overwhelming, sometimes?" He blinks and says surprisingly, "i'd like some tea, please."

Smiling fondly at the memory, Yoongi focuses at the task at hand. He arranges the flowers in the vase, hoping you'd like it. Tulips and peonies, you had told him one day, was your favourite arrangement. "they symbolize perfect or deep love," you had said when putting a simple bouquet of tulips on his desk, "a love like ours." Yoongi fixes the position of the peonies and smiles. When he had asked you about the peonies, you simply said, "love," looking at him among the vast ocean of flowers in your shop.

He places the elderflower cake on the table and places a tiny, heart-shaped candle on it. He looks around, giving the place a once over, ready for it to become one of your best memories. Min Yoongi has changed, happily. He loves change because it brought you. He loves how his drab and grey apartment has now changed into a lively one, traces of you all over. He sits, waiting for you and looks around, happy with what he's done with the place. He's happy. After he met you, he's been everything that associates with happiness. He's happy when you understand his bustling mind, giving him his space. He's happy when you both have misunderstandings because he understands your intricate mind more. He's happy he's able to love you like he wants to. He wonders, more often than not, if you're happy. You always dismiss the doubt, always finding various ways to show him that you're happy and content. Because of him. He's grateful for the times you hold him when things don't go right. When everything's awfully wrong. He's grateful for your constant reassuring and back rubs, he likes to admit proudly. He's changed, for good. He smiles and leans back on the chair and hears the front door opening. He gets up and looks at you lovingly, "hey buttercup." You look around and smile, "i like what you've done with the place. something special?" Yoongi smiles, your favourite one, "yeah, something special."

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