Introduction

Juno.

Juno is a man who seems to have everything the world can offer—fame that echoes across continents, a voice that lingers in people’s hearts long after the music stops, and a face so striking it feels almost unreal. Every step he takes is followed by flashing cameras and admiring whispers. To millions, he is perfection personified.

But perfection is an illusion. Beneath the carefully crafted image lies a truth Juno refuses to face—a single night, blurred by alcohol and regret, when he is manipulated into crossing a line he wishes never existed. It is a memory he buries deep, a wound he doesn’t dare to touch, because even he cannot forgive himself for it.

So he keeps smiling for the cameras, keeps singing for the crowds, living a life that glitters on the surface but feels hollow underneath.

Until the day he sees her.

Yunji.

In another corner of the world—one Juno has never truly touched—lives Yunji. She is ordinary in every way that matters, her life stitched together with small, simple moments. Her parents own a modest flower shop tucked away in a quiet alley, and she spends her days helping them or attending classes.

They don’t have much, but they have enough, and Yunji never wishes for more. She finds beauty in ordinary things, content in the life she has, even if the world barely notices her existence.

If Juno’s life is a stage bathed in endless light, Yunji’s is a quiet, sunlit room filled with the faint scent of flowers—unremarkable to anyone but her.

Two people from worlds so far apart they might as well belong to different realities. Yet fate is already weaving their stories together.

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(Ep 1 )

A luxury car stops at a traffic light. Juno sits silently in the back seat, scrolling through his phone, his face blank as usual. Outside, people rush by. His eyes wander lazily until they fall on her—Yunji, waiting at the bus stop, adjusting her messy ponytail, holding a small bouquet in one hand. She checks her phone, completely unaware of anyone watching her.

For a second, Juno’s gaze lingers. She’s… ordinary. No expensive clothes, no makeup—just someone quietly existing. But that simple calmness feels strangely comforting to him.

The light turns green. The car moves. Juno doesn’t realize he’s still looking until the view disappears. He exhales, leaning back, expression unreadable.

[The Same Road, Two Days Later]

The same red light. Juno glances outside again, almost unconsciously. She’s there, same time, waiting for the bus. His phone rests forgotten in his hand. The car moves again, and Juno closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before leaning back against the seat.

[ At Apartment | Night]

Juno sits on his sofa, scrolling through his phone, but his mind keeps replaying her image. He shakes his head, almost annoyed with himself.

Juno (thinking):

“What am I even doing…?”

His phone buzzes—Min calling.

[Video Call With Min]

Min (grinning through the screen):

“You look bored as hell. Want me to cheer you up?”

Juno:

“Not interested.”

Min:

“Too bad. I’m sending you something anyway.”

Min flips his camera, showing a small flower shop tucked in a quiet alley. Bright sunflowers by the entrance, a cozy, old-fashioned sign. A girl’s soft laugh can be faintly heard in the background, though Min isn’t showing her face.

Min:

“Came here to get flowers for my mom. Nice little place. Feels peaceful… not your type, though.”

Juno's eyes narrow slightly, but he stays quiet.

Min (teasing):

“Want me to bring you flowers too, superstar?”

Juno (flatly):

“Just send me the shop’s address.”

Min (raising a brow):

“…Why?”

Juno:

“Because I said so.”

Min shrugs, sending the location.

[Flower Shop | First Visit]

The next evening, Juno walks into the flower shop, wearing a cap and mask. The cozy smell of fresh flowers fills the air. His eyes scan the place quickly, but… she isn’t there.

Behind the counter, an older woman—Yunji’s mother—looks up with a polite smile.

Yunji Mother:

“Welcome! Looking for anything specific?”

Juno (after a pause):

“…Tulips. Yellow.”

She nods, wrapping the flowers while Juno’s gaze unconsciously drifts to the shop’s small details—the scattered books on a chair, a half-tied ribbon on the table, a water bottle with a girl’s handwriting on it. Signs of her. But still… she’s not here.

He takes the tulips, gives a small bow, and leaves, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

[The Second Visit | Evening]

The door chimes softly as Juno enters again, hoping this time she’s there. But again—only her mother behind the counter.

Yunji’s Mother (cheerful):

“Back again? You must really love flowers!”

Juno gives a faint polite nod, buying more tulips he doesn’t need. As he turns to leave, the door opens suddenly. A girl rushes in, slightly out of breath, hair a little messy from the wind—Yunji.

Juno pauses, his hand tightening slightly around the flower wrapping as he turns back, watching her. She doesn’t notice him at first, apologizing to her mom for being late.

For the first time in a long while, Juno feels his heart skip slightly. He lowers his gaze before anyone notices, quietly leaving the shop, but there’s the faintest softness in his eyes now.

Juno’s Car | Night

Juno sits in the car, the flowers beside him, staring out at the passing city lights. For once, he’s not scrolling his phone, not reading messages. Just

The soft sound of wind chimes greet Juno as he steps in again, cap pulled low and mask covering most of his face. Yunji is at the counter this time, arranging lilies, her hair were slightly messy from rushing in after class. She glances up and gives a polite smile.

Yunji:

“Welcome. Yellow tulips again?”

Juno hesitates for a moment, then nods. Yunji starts wrapping them, sneaking glances at him. His hands are tucked into his jacket pocket, posture calm but slightly stiff, like he doesn’t want attention.

Yunji (smiling faintly):

“You must really like tulips… or is someone very lucky to get them every day?”

Juno’s eyes flick up briefly, meeting hers for half a second before looking away.

Juno (quietly):

“Something like that.”

Yunji tilts her head, curious, but doesn’t push. She hands him the flowers, her fingers brushing his gloved ones for a second. Juno takes them, nods slightly, and leaves without another word. Yunji watches his back, puzzled.

[Over a Week]

Juno entering the shop repeatedly, always buying tulips or random flowers he doesn’t need.

Yunji greeting him with a growing smile each time, her curiosity increasing.

Juno quietly watching her arrange flowers, sometimes his eyes softening when she laughs with her mother.

Yunji whispering to herself one evening as he leaves:

Yunji (muttering): “Why does he always wear that cap and mask? Is he hiding from someone?”

[One Late evening]

The shop is quiet, no other customers. Yunji is sitting at the counter, tying ribbons around a bouquet. Juno enters, his steps soft. Yunji smiles as she looks up.

Yunji:

“Back again. At this point, I should just keep yellow tulips ready for you every day.”

Juno gives the faintest smile behind his mask, surprising even himself. Yunji notices and leans slightly forward, curious.

Yunji:

“Can I ask you something? You always come at the same time, always wear the same cap and mask… Are you hiding from someone? Or are you secretly famous or something?”

Juno pauses, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before looking down.

Juno (calmly):

"I just don’t like being noticed.”

Yunji nods slowly, accepting the answer, though her curiosity only grows. She wraps his flowers carefully and hands them over.

Yunji (softly teasing):

“Well, if you ever get tired of tulips, let me pick something for you next time. I promise I’m good at it.”

For the first time, Juno lets out a quiet chuckle, almost unnoticeable, before leaving. Yunji watches him go, smiling faintly to herself.

Juno’s Apartment | Night

Juno sits on his couch, placing the unused flowers on his table. His phone is filled with notifications, but instead, he scrolls through his gallery. The newest photo—a secret picture of Yunji he took today while pretending to check his phone. She was laughing at something her mom said, her eyes crinkling.

Juno stares at it quietly, his expression unreadable but softer than usual. He locks his phone, leaning back, a small sigh escaping him.

At Flower Shop (Next Day)

Yunji stands at the counter, arranging flowers. She glances at the door every now and then, almost expectantly. Her mother notices and teases lightly:

Yunji Mother:

“Waiting for that quiet young man again? He buys more flowers than my regular customers.”

Yunji (embarrassed, looking away):

“N-No, just wondering if he’ll… come today.”

The door chimes softly. Yunji looks up—and there he is, standing quietly, his gaze already on her.

[Flower Shop | Afternoon]

The soft chime rings as Juno enters. Yunji looks up with a bright smile.

Yunji (teasing lightly):

“You’re late today. I almost thought you wouldn’t come.”

Juno stops for a second, slightly surprised at her words. His eyes soften.

Juno (calmly):

“I was busy.”

Yunji nods, wrapping tulips for him as usual. But she suddenly looks at the other flowers, then back at him.

Yunji:

“You know, you don’t have to buy the same thing every time. Let me choose for you today.”

Juno raises a brow slightly.

Juno

“You choose?”

Yunji (grinning):

“Yes. Trust me. I know which flowers suit people. Wait here.”

She moves around, carefully picking a mix of soft-colored flowers. Juno quietly watches her, his gaze following every small movement.

When she returns, handing him the bouquet, her eyes meet his directly for the first time that long.

Yunji:

“These suit you better. Simple but… warm.”

Juno takes them, his gloved fingers brushing hers slightly. He doesn’t smile, but his eyes hold something unreadable, softer than before.

Multiple Visits | Short Montage]

Juno entering the shop repeatedly, Yunji now talking to him casually about her college, her favorite flowers, small everyday things.

Juno listening quietly, occasionally giving short replies, but his gaze always fixed on her.

One evening, Yunji, exhausted after her class, barely notices him, just handing him flowers with a tired smile. Jungkook’s expression hardens slightly, like he feels disappointed but doesn’t show it.

Later, sitting in his car, Juno looks at the flowers he didn’t even care to choose today, staring at them quietly before leaning back with a sigh.

[ Flower Shop | Late Evening | The Question]

The shop is quiet. Yunji is cleaning up, and Juno is standing at the counter, as usual. Yunji glances at him, finally asking what’s been on her mind for weeks.

Yunji:

“Can I ask you something? Why do you always hide your face? The mask, the cap… you even wear them inside.”

Juno pauses for a moment, his gaze steady on her.

Juno (after a beat):

"It’s easier this way.”

Yunji (softly):

“Easier?”

Juno

“People look at me differently when they know who I am. I don’t… want that here.”

Yunji tilts her head slightly, curious but doesn’t push further.

[The Reveal]

The shop is empty, only Yunji and Juno remain. She’s putting away buckets when Juno speaks suddenly, his tone softer than usual.

Juno

“Do you… want to know who I really am?”

Yunji stops, confused.

Yunji:

"What do you mean?”

Juno steps closer, hesitating for a brief moment before slowly pulling off his mask and removing his cap. The air seems to still. Yunji’s eyes widen, her breath catching.

Yunji (stunned):

“…You… You’re… Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s face remains calm, but his eyes are serious, almost vulnerable.

Juno (quietly):

“Yes.”

Yunji steps back slightly, struggling to process.

Yunji:

“But… why are you even here? You could go anywhere, meet anyone…”

Juno looks at her, his gaze steady, voice low but sincere.

Juno

“Because here… you don’t look at me like the rest of the world does.”

Silence fills the shop, the soft rustle of flowers the only sound. Yunji stares at him, still shocked, while Juno quietly lowers his gaze, putting the mask back on.

As Juno steps out of the shop, Yunji watches him leave, still frozen in place, her mind racing. Juno walks down the quiet alley, his figure disappearing into the evening light.