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Little disclaimer: Hello! It's Haneullie's admin here! I asked admin if I could also be involved in the writing of Chan's plot since it's quite important for Haneul's plot later too ๐ฅบ so yeah, hehe, admin isn't taking my work, I gave it to her since this plot is gonna be a collaborative effort. Thank you! Byeeee!
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Chan's dream takes him back to hundreds of years ago. He's dressed in a suit, with a grape coloured waistcoat and jacket complete with tails. He was a nobleman in that society, renowned for his politeness and generosity. Chan had come out to visit the local market, wanting to buy some ingredients for his latest bake and was currently walking around the market, perusing the produce available. He'd bought all the necessary ingredients but kept wandering around to enjoy the warm energy of the community. He tipped his hat at whoever greeted him and spoke with the old lady he'd befriended at the bakery about his new pie recipe before reaching a small flower stall. He looks at the table that's decked out with both cut, singular flowers and pre-made bouquets full of "The season's best tulips" the sign tells him.
"Maybe these would be nice on the windowsill" he thinks to himself, before greeting her.
"Hello ma'am, how much for these tulips?" He asks.
"Oh it's quite alright sir! I have to get rid of all of these today you see, they won't be fresh tomorrow. So please, help yourself!" She says brightly.
He notices her appearance, a light blue gown that's nothing remarkable and a small necklace around her neck from which hangs a little sunflower locket. Her hair is up, tied in a bun so it doesn't bother her in this heat. He chuckles softly as a few flyaways float into her eyes regardless and nods in understanding at her words before carefully chooses his flowers, noticing that the florist had turned to quickly arrange a few more bouquets. He smiles and leaves a few coins, probably too much, on the table and thanks her quietly before leaving with a bouquet of yellow tulips.
The next day, Chan comes back to the market. For no particular reason this time, he just enjoys being away from his manor for a bit. He finds himself going to the same flower stall again. Once there he browses the table, "Today she's selling roses" he thinks, "Would be nice in the drawing room."
The florist smiles happily, "Oh hello sir! I saw that you paid me yesterday, you really didn't need to. You paid too much as well" she says, pausing to think for a second.
"How about today, you take these white roses without paying, and I'll even make up a bouquet of them, with a few red roses too!" She smiles at him.
"Sounds like a fair deal to me ma'am" Chan chuckles and watches her put together his bouquet, making sure to only choose to best flowers. She grabs a long piece of ribbon and ties it prettily before handing the somewhat large bouquet to him.
"Will you be coming tomorrow sir? It'll be hydrangeas and gladioli tomorrow" she smiles.
He nods "Having fresh flowers everyday really does brighten up my home. I will, Miss..." He pauses since he doesn't know her name.
"Oh apologies, I'm Hwang Aera" she says holding out her hand.
"Miss Aera. I'm Bang Chan" he replies, giving her hand a shake. Her hands are softer than you'd think for someone who works with thorns and leaves all day.
Once the two had conversed a bit more, he helps her pack up her stall and leaves for the day putting his bouquet in the drawing room vase.
Everyday in the following two weeks, Chan would go and purchase flowers from Aera, getting to know her slowly through smalltalk and smiles. She has a shop, he finds out, but like to sell in the market whenever she has extras. Once finishing her day at the market, she works at the shop, completing bigger orders for weddings and events.
The next day he goes out to her stall to find it empty. He asks the next stall owner who informs him she hadn't come today and that she would likely be in the town garden.
"Oh" he says and thanks the vendor before heading there. To his surprise, Aera is there painting a large canvas with her view of the pond and the fish in it. He smiles as he watches from afar. She looks peaceful, and her hair is pinned back slightly. He's never seen its full length before and he finds it to be quite beautiful. The sun makes is glow, as does her skin, he thinks to himself. It takes a few minutes before he realises he's staring. He shakes it off and decides to sit next to her.
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