Taemin walked home from his job everyday, passing by a flower shop. Hed always stop and smell the flowers and look into the window, smiling when he saw the handsome man behind the counter. He pictured himself walking in one day, grasping the man by his shirt and apron, and kissing him passionately. But, that was just a daydream. Foreword"I noticed you always stop to smell the jasmine, theyre my favorite too."