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In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends."

~ Okakura Kakuzo

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Namjoon's walk-in the cupboard was a poor girl's dream. All of his clothes had a place. It was enormous. He had racks for dress shoes, sneakers, sandals, and every style of shoe. When you unlocked the cupboard containing more than fifty suits for all occasions, your eyes widened.

Joonie smirked at your perplexed gaze, his muscled arms crossed across his torso. He was resting against the door frame, watching you with a sweet expression.

Your large gray-blue eyes shone with wonder, "Oh Dio, Oh goodness! Joonie! Are you certain you weren't a girl in your previous life? I could do with a closet full of outfits like this. My goodness!" You were looking over his shirt closet.

The colors were jumbled up-prints, solids, earthy, you name it. All of his outfits were from the most expensive designer labels, including Valentino, Armani, Loius Vittone, and Calvin Klein-a man's fantasy. His several-compartment drawers were stuffed with various watches, ties, sunglasses, and so on.

"We'll knock yourself out, "Joonie replied, grinning," You can color-code my shirt cupboard because it has sufficient colors. "

He approached you and stood beside you as your fingers brushed against the materials in front of you.

You beam and exclaim, "Eccellente! Awesome! But you're going to assist me. There are almost a hundred shirts. Joon, do you only wear a shirt every three months?" You raised your eyes to his amused eyes.

"I mostly wear business attire, and my Eomma always gives me shirts as a gift. Several of them belonged to my late Appa. "He appeared unusually glum.

Your brow furrowed in realization. Joon never discussed his personal life. You were always curious about his family and the absence of his father.

"I apologize. I didn't realize your father was no longer with you," you say hesitantly, touching his arm in comfort. You've never known the love of a father.

"It's ok. I was still working on my master's degree when Dad died. He was quite ill that year, and he died shortly after I graduated, compelling me to take over the company as president. My mother was not in a good condition, in her emotional state it was hard to handle such a huge empire." he smiled as he gazed down at your gentle eyes.

"You loved him a lot?" you ask softly as you begin to arrange the black and gray-toned shirts in the back.

"He was my hero, for sure. He was also a travel reference author. He was the most prolific and emotive poet. He was a literary prodigy. My Appa was a deeply spiritual and compassionate man. He was very pleasant to be around, and he was well-liked by all of his employees and business associates. We could go fishing in the next village together every weekend. He even purchased me my first overseas residence in Phuket so that I could relax and focus only on what I do best-writing. He was such a down-to-earth man that even if he gained billions in the stock market, he remained humble. I wished I could be half the man he was. He understood the essence of mankind. "He grinned softly, his expressive eyes far away,"--- But what was remarkable was that he and my Eomma just bonded, despite their contrasting personalities. My Eomma is strict, severe, and may be described as a cold chairlady, but they cherished one another and she couldn't get over his passing for a long time."

His dimpled smile enchants you so much that you inhale deeply to fight off the overwhelming feeling of attraction. You're such a hormonal young adult.

Seeing and hearing him speak so passionately about his parents makes you strangely nostalgic, and you bemoan the absence of fatherly presence and love in your life.

You just smile pleasantly and add, "You are extremely blessed to have known such a great man of valor. Someone who helped shape you into the amazing man you are today." You smiled quietly but you could feel a burning sensation behind your eyelids, so you quickly returned your gaze to the task at hand.

Namjoon smirked as he handed you the red, orange, and yellow shirts, but his brows furrowed as he noticed your subdued demeanor.

"Why are you so quiet, Frosty? Did my melancholy mood make you depressed?" he inquired, rubbing your shoulder.

You turned to face him, shook your head dismissively, and shrugged quietly, "Not at all. I'm just a little envious of you-don't worry, I'm just a little silly."

Namjoon chuckled, raising his eyebrows a little, puzzled. "What is there to be envious about?"

You inhaled deeply and said, "I never knew my sperm donor. He rejected me before I saw the light. My mom doesn't want to talk about him. All I know about him is that I looked like his mother. But you never missed what you never had." You sigh deeply but look down at the green, striped shirt in your hand, avoiding the frown on his face so that he won't see your teary-eyed face. But the crack in your voice alerted Namjoon to the inward pain that you were carrying under that cheerful veneer.

His arms stretched out on your small shoulders and turned you to face him, suddenly pulling you into a tight embrace, "You matter Frosty... just concentrate on the people who care about you, okay," his arms were such a safe shield and your heart started to throb almost in your ribcage. Being in his arms made you realize how utterly and insanely in love you are with this man. A love that will not be reciprocated. His heart may still belong to his ex-girlfriend.

"Thank you Joon," you whisper as you tighten your slender arms around his waist. You smile into his chest and lift your face to glance into his caring eyes.

I love you... Please love me back, Joonie. You whispered silently in your thoughts.

Namjoon unwillingly released you from his grasp after a few minutes. As his thumbs began to caress your cheeks, he smiled affectionately into your clouded greyish eyes. As his hands left your heated face, you could feel him take a deep breath. You could only smile up at him.

Namjoon silently began to assist you in coordinating the remaining shirts until you reached the colors indigo and magenta. You work together calmly until all of the shirts are in their proper places.

You sigh with joy as you take a step back to admire your work. Namjoon was overjoyed and snapped a picture of the clothes. He should have Frosty do his shirts because she is the best. Very detailed and artistic.

"Now, Mr. Kim," you exclaimed, clapping with your hands." Please keep it that way. If it is not in order the next time I visit you, you will face penalties. Do you hear what I'm saying? "You gave him a warning look.

Namjoon laughed softly and saluted you, "Yes ma'am. I can hear you. "

"All right, now let me go downstairs and get us something to drink while you dress semi-formally to meet your mom at the office," you exclaimed, standing behind his back and pushing him out of the bedroom He just turned around and chuckled at your antics.

"You so bossy, Frosty!" he teasingly flicked your forehead as you shrieked loudly and smacked him on the chest. He just grinned and his deep dimples were hiding inside those soft cushions known as cheeks. You just want to poke your fingers inside.

"All right, I'll have an ice-cold cider and... no Frosty. Not for you---" he waved a warning finger at you as he noticed your eyes begin to glitter, and that innocent smirk made him wary. When he warned you, the pleasant smile on your face vanished.

"Oh, Joon. I'm an adult now. I told you I'm legal, and believe it or not, I'm capable of holding my liquor. I swear I'm not going to be an alcoholic," you mutter at his deadpan look, but Namjoon is adamant. You will not consume any alcoholic beverages under his watch.

"No Frosty. I don't want your grandmother to be displeased with me. I'd rather be safe than sorry and be in her good graces---" He smirked down at your pouting lips, and he nearly desired to land a kiss on those lovely lips, but he pushed that ridiculous thought out of his head. He needed to avoid Frosty's enticement. He was still reeling from the night of their intense encounter on the yacht.

You waggled your brows suggestively, "Are you terrified that I might seduce you in this magnificent bedroom of yours," you swirl around in the middle of his room, giggling.

Namjoon eyes widen at your blatant seduction, "Frosty...please don't start, "he doesn't want to be placed in that situation again. He already hurt her tremendously and he doesn't want to do that again.

You laugh loudly, "Ok, ok. Got it. I'll just drink a boring soda. You can refresh and then you can take me home before my grandma arrives back. "

Namjoon smirked, "Ok, good, and no cheating. Tomorrow after ten we will carry on with our bucket list. "

You giggled, turned around, and gave him a salute, and a flying kiss as you walked down the glass staircase back to the little bar area to give Joonie time to refresh...

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Namjoon left you off at home; thankfully, your grandma is not yet home, so you are safe from her inquiry.

You walked to your room and called your mother's number. You missed her terribly. She was at her hotel, preparing to head out to dinner with her coworkers. She was curious as to what you had been up to. You merely told her that you met a buddy who was kind enough to go with you on sightseeing trips, which made your mother quite happy.

She was a little concerned about you and your loose mouth. But you assured her that you were alright and told her about the exquisite wedding and how gorgeous the flowers were. You even sent her a picture of you and Chiji in your short cocktail dress and the numerous arrangements you'd made. Because the shop isn't very busy right now, your grandmother granted you at least a few days to relax.

Then you text your best friend. Pablo, you were relieved to learn that he had sold a few paintings in the square. He wanted to paint you and asked you to take a lovely picture under the cherry blossom trees. He was curious if you had met anyone interesting but you were hesitant to tell him about Joonie. You don't want to inflict unnecessary pain on him. You missed him so much, and it hasn't even been a month.

As a treat, you and your grandmother went out to an enjoyable Italian restaurant that evening. You were thrilled to eat the food you had grown up with. All you could think of was a steaming bowl of alfredo pasta and garlic bread.

You went to bed that night satisfied, but not without sending a text to your favorite guy friend, Joonie.

You: Sweet dreams, Joonie...sleep tight. I love you.

Joonie.Frosty-gurl, you too. Remember to get plenty of rest, and I'll pick you up at 10:30 a.m.

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A/n: Here's another update for our Frosty-lovers.

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1. Do you think Frosty misses having a father?

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3. Do you think Frosty must rather forget about Namjoon as a partner and concentrate on Pablo?