Next Door Flower Boy
Description
He's always sitting there, right in front of the flower shop, his cat-like eyes gazed over the boy that worked there. There was no one sitting next to him, but he managed to speak like someone was actually there. And he always wanted to talk to the boy himself. But, that couldn't happen. That boy was already dead but, Leo could still see him.
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After a fatal car crash, Taekwoon had managed to get back on track from his life, even if he couldn't remember half of it after lying on the hospital bed for over two years. Now, he had wanted to start again, after his slight case of amnesia. So, a year later, he was filled in with the important details of his life, including the two children that he had, but no mother. Yet, his parents refused to inform him about the missing mother of the two little boys. After passing by a small flower shop, Taekwoon seemed attracted to it, a familiar scent compelling him, like someone he knew was there. And so, after a week, Taekwoon started to see things a normal human was not supposed to see. A few days later, the boy appeared, seemingly the only worker at the flower shop. And when Taekwoon started to talk to him, people said he was crazy and so, he found out. Cha Hakyeon, the owner of the flower shop, was already dead. But, the older still latched himself onto the other, trailing behind Taekwoon everywhere he went.
Foreword
Author's Note ~
Hello~ This is a fanfiction mixed between drama + romance. There're a few hints of SUPERNATURAL and COMEDY and of course, MPREG. As you can see, I am rewriting the story, basically. Don't fret because I am back with a fresh plot - it'll be the same, but it's different? I'm not making sense anymore, am I? Thank you for those who subscribed and stayed throughout this mess of a rollercoaster.
Thank you to — ミルク ↷ milk。 graphics for the gorgeous poster~ They are honestly the cutest graphics shop. OHMAGOSH. I mean like, there's many more graphics shops that are pretty cute - I'm pretty sure about that. But....you know what I mean.
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