House of Flowers

Chapter 04

"So, you're lost, right?" The girl asked Jimin nodded his head.

"How'd you know?" He asked back, as if it wasn't obvious already. He felt so dumb for asking. "Actually, I've been trying to find this particular address, but here I am," he answered, trying to Conceal the annoyance in his tone, mentally cursing himself for not being to accomplish such a simple task.

She giggled. "Well, most people here have similar smells; either a flower smell or plant, but you don't. And from your clothing and luggage, it's pretty obvious that you don't live here." She pointed the luggage that Jimin had dropped earlier in his attempt to Save The Girl.

"Oh, right..." Jimin trailed off, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Can you tell me the address?" Asked the girl. "I know this village pretty well, so I most likely can help you!" She cheered followed by an enthusiastic smile.

Jimin quickly fished out the crumbled paper out of his coat pocket, giving her the paper while hoping it's still legible. The girl took it, eyeballs moving from left to right, scanning the paper.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I just had to let this out, but whoever wrote this surely have bad drawing skills and handwriting! I honestly can't read it." Frankly, she spoke her thoughts out, giving back the now useless paper. The one who gave the paper to Jimin was actually his mom, and Jimin could foresee how she wouldn't let the girl live in peace if ever her words reached out to his mom. Honestly, the thoughts made Jimin snort internally.

"Do you know the owner of that address?"

Jimin nodded his head. "Park Aeri, my aunt. Do you by any chance know her?"

The expression she made after Jimin gave his reply sparked a small light of hope in him. It was truly promising; huge grin and eager nods. "Of course I do!" She exclaimed. "I really love auntie's flower shop and I go there on a daily basis to help out. I never knew auntie had a nephew!"

Jimin didn't even try to conceal the relief in his eyes anymore. His heartbeat increased due to the overwhelming joy. "You really do?!".

"Mhm! Aunt Aeri smells like Jasmine. She's also great at taking care of flowers. I really like her."

Jimin never bothered to study about plants nor flowers, let alone recognize their smells. But it's whatever, at least now he's found someone who looked convincing. She seemed like a walking dictionary of this village; knowing every detail of it.