Chapter 1 - petals and stone heart

🥀Petals & Stone Hearts🪨♥️



Chapter 1 – The Girl Who Loved Flowers

‎Part 1: Hana

 ‎🌸..About Hana..🌸

‎Hana was nineteen years old, and kindness was the only wealth she owned.

 Hana herself was as soft as the petals she tended.She had long, silky dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders in gentle waves, often tangled from the morning breeze. Her eyes were a warm hazel, wide and innocent, carrying a quiet curiosity about the world she rarely got to explore. 

Her skin was fair, almost pale, touched by the sun only when she ventured outside to care for her flowers or stray animals.‎.

Her frame was petite, almost fragile-looking, but there was a delicate strength in the way she moved—gentle and careful, yet purposeful. Her hands, small and soft, were often stained with soil from the roses she loved so dearly.

‎Hana loved simple things—flowers, stray animals, quiet mornings, and studying about pets and animals. She dreamed of becoming someone who could heal and care for the helpless.

 ‎She had just graduated from high school, her results good enough for college. But dreams required money, and money was something she had never known.

‎Her parents had died when she was young, leaving her alone in the world. Since then, she had lived under the roof of her aunt and uncle,not as family, but as a burden.



‎She woke before sunrise every day in the small, suffocating house she shared with her aunt and uncle. The room she slept in was barely large enough for a thin mattress and a broken cupboard, but she kept it clean—because cleanliness made her feel in control of a life she couldn't choose.

‎Before anyone else woke up, Hana would step into the narrow backyard. It was the only place where she felt safe.

‎There, she kept her flowers. Roses, jasmine, and a few wild blooms she had rescued from the roadside. She spoke to them softly while watering them, as if they were living friends.

‎"I'll take care of you," she whispered.

‎Flowers didn't shout. They didn't demand. They didn't remind her she was unwanted.

‎"HANA!"

‎She flinched.

‎"Yes, aunty," she replied quickly, standing up and wiping her hands on her old dress.

‎Inside the house, her aunt sat on the couch, sharp eyes filled with irritation. Her uncle stood beside her, arms crossed.

‎"How long will you waste time with useless plants?" her aunt snapped. "Do you think flowers will feed you?"

‎"I'm sorry," Hana murmured, eyes lowered. She had learned long ago that silence was safer than answers.

‎Her life was a routine of obedience and quiet suffering. She cooked, cleaned, and served her aunt and uncle without complaint. Her uncle barely acknowledged her unless he needed something.

‎"Useless mouth to feed," her aunt muttered as Hana placed the cup down.

‎Hana lowered her gaze. Answering back only made things worse.

‎That evening, Hana sat by her window, pressing dried flower petals between the pages of an old book. Each petal carried a memory—quiet moments she wanted to preserve.

‎She didn't hear the whispers until it was too late.

‎"Now that she's grown, we can't keep her forever," her uncle said from the other room.

‎"She's obedient," her aunt replied coldly. "Someone will take her. Poor girls don't get choices anyway."

‎Hana's fingers trembled. Her heart pounded violently against her chest.

‎She quietly closed her book.

‎Outside, the moon watched silently as Hana hugged her knees to her chest.

‎She didn't know what was coming.

‎But she felt it.

On the other side🪨

Elsewhere – The Man Who Felt Nothing

A man made of stone.

Tall, with sharp features and dark brown orbs that seemed to see everything, he moved with calm control. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and he always wore perfect suits that showed his status.

Taehyung had learned early that feelings were weakness. Betrayal, violence, and his father's harsh lessons had hardened him. He ruled with silence and power, trusting no one. Yet, deep down, beneath the stone, a lonely part of him still existed—though no one could see it.

He lived in a mansion bigger than most towns, guarded by men who never blinked, watched by eyes that never slept. His life was a constant rhythm of meetings, decisions, and betrayals—a world where trust was weakness, and emotion was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Kim Taehyung🖤

stood in the center of a mansion that felt more like a fortress.

At twenty-six,

he owned half the city—on paper and in shadows. Kim Enterprises was a name that demanded respect, fear, and obedience. He was its only heir. Its ruler.

He didn't remember warmth.

His childhood had been a lesson in discipline, blood, and silence. A father who believed emotions weakened men. A house where love never entered.

Pain makes you strong

," his father had said.

And Taehyung had learned well.

Now, dressed in black, he reviewed reports with lifeless eyes. Staff moved around him without a sound. Guards stood at every corner.

Power surrounded him.

Loneliness lived inside him.

Sir,"

joon said carefully. "

There's unusual movement in the lower districts tonight."

"Keep watching,"

Taehyung replied coldly.

He turned toward the window.

Far below, the city pulsed with life.

He ruled it all.

Yet nothing reached him.

Two souls.

One too kind to survive alone.

One too broken to feel.

Fate hadn't collided them yet.

But it was watching.

A life of power. A life of fear. A life without choice.And soon… fate was about to stir that part of him in ways he never expected.