∘ flower shop

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ Yanan was in quite a good mood that morning and decided to use his free day wisely, walking around with a gentle smile while the sun was still shining. The weather had something to say though and out of nowhere, clouds covered the sky and caused rain to fall. The blonde was lucky to see a small flower shop which could be reached quickly and he entered without second thoughts, his smile only growing as he was being met with the scents of various flowers and the beautiful sight. He didn't see anyone else though, so he just walked around, looking closer at a few of the flowers and humming softly.

@im changkyun ᵒ /he stares, rather blankly, only because he doesn’t have enough sleep and it feels like his soul has been out of him. he blames his computer games for it./ eyy.. /he wiggles his brows playfully at the other’s words as if insinuating something of some sort, he knows changkyun all too well/ well.. more like I was forced too. Umma needed to runnsome errands and I happen to be on study break.. and I guess you would know the rest. /nodding his head, he flips to the next page of his book, even though he barely read thst page. He prays it’s nothing important that would come out for his exams/ aww, just think about the happy faces when they receive their flowers. There’s nothing better than making someone happy, is there?

@kim mingyu ᵃ Help. He silently pleads to himself. He takes a turn to left then to the right, then the right to the left and finds himself back at the exact spot, in front of Mingyu. Great. Wonwoo is rather preoccupied with his thoughts, so he stays silent but he eyes the other’s actions with much curiosity, he is afterall, a curious omega and everything piques his interest. Especially if it’s someone or something he is interested in — in this case, Mingyu. He raises his hands slightly with the thought of wanting to cover his rosy cheeks. Instead, he’s a little surprised when Mingyu takes a hold of his arm and he flinches somewhat in shock. The touch is brief but it leaves a warm feeling on his skin. And his mind wonders how it would feel like to hold his hand instead, the urge is real, very real. Mingyu’s whole being leaves a jittery feeling in him akin to having butterflies in his tummy, it’s a feeling he hasn’t been able to identify in a very, very long while. He’s never been attracted to someone in years and momentarily wonders if it’s a mere fleeting attraction. Maybe it’ll go away.

Wonwoo hopes his blush has subsided but he knows he’s wrong, especially with the words that followed soon after and he could feel his cheeks flaming once again. Mingyu is so close, so close that wonwoo can’t help but to give in to his wants, so he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply, allowing himself to take in the sweet woody cinnamon aroma that mingyu emits. It’s so comforting, nice and settles nicely in his head, his mind and in him, his brain tells him how it would fit nicely alongside his own. It would make a perfect match for one another. He heaves mentally. That is such a far-fetched thought and probably impossible. He coughs awkwardly, snapping out of his daydream. Dreams are not reality, however the person in front of him is. He pauses for a while, taking in what the other was saying before he realises that Mingyu is asking him out and he panics, or rather, he feels nervous all over again. “s-sure.. I..” he looks around and fumbles for a piece of paper, finally finding a piece of useless receipt. His fingers trembles slightly and he probably looks like a fool in front of mingyu but he manages to scribble down his number, pushing it towards him. “l have classes tomorrow... till afternoon” he starts off but continuous almost immediately, a little too chirpy. “ but I’m free after that, any time!”

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ he honestly couldn't believe the feelings bubbling in the pit of his stomach, the omega's mere presence being the very cause of it. he could've read the signs wrong but he's pretty sure the male has a similar interest and he wasn't about to lose this chance when the only thing he's been doing for the past eight years is trying to move on like haseul would've wanted him to. and so he shifts on his feet so his front would be facing the florist, chest expanding at the deep inhale of breath to ease his nerves. despite his ease in spilling compliments, having been out of the dating circle for so long has had an impact on him and it feels like he's about to ask someone out for the first time. he could feel the jitters in his fingers, the tips of the slender digits tingling and he could feel in his soul that this will be good for him.

gently setting the bouquet back onto the counter, he gingerly pulls at one end of the tied ribbon to unknot it and places the prepossessing daisy right next to the bound flora. carefully dismissing the words that came out of the omega's mouth, mingyu carefully grabbed at the man's arm, lifting it up before delicately tying the warm-toned ribbon around his wrist and leaving a pretty little bow on top. pulling his own hands back, his shifts his focus back to the omega's visage, a constant coquettish simper resting upon his sun-kissed visage. "i assure you, you're far more beautiful," he mutters, loud enough for the other to hear from the rather close proximity as mingyu greedily takes in his flushed complexion, ingraining it into his memory. the homely aroma of the omega fills his senses and mingyu could stay there all day, just taking it into his system and calming his soul but he has places to be and he couldn't miss it. "how bout i leave here with your number and i'll meet you up for coffee tomorrow?"

@kim mingyu ᵃ The moment of silence scares him. Did he do something wrong..? He wonders. Was his putting his nose into something he shouldn’t have. Maybe he the other isn’t grieving. He shouldn’t have read much into it. Maybe those flowers weren’t for him even. Which mean he didn’t need cheering up — he originally thought when giving that daisy. He’s pretty sure Mingyu is starting to find him weird with all those intent stares he’s been giving to him in a span of the ten minutes or so since he has stepped into the shop. He doesn’t usually do this.. or at least he hope he doesn’t, he doesn’t want people - specifically his other part time worker or even worse his mother to think that he has a thing for ogling at random gorgeous looking people whenever they came in.

The silence is about a minute.. or two, with crazy thoughts running through his head — He’s known for being overly meticulous and cautious about things or what he says, to simply put it, a person who overthinks way too much — before he hears the other speak, his words catching him off guard. Well. That wasn’t what he expected. “Could say the same about you..?” He blurts out before he even realises what he said. yikes, what happened to having a brain to mouth filter. At this point, wonwoo get so flustered, he’s pretty sure his cheeks are suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, the colour blooming brightly against his pale coloured cheeks. Since digging a hole to hide was not something he could do physically here, wonwoo looks away in hopes to find a distraction. Perhaps keep the tips mingyu had given early into the cash registered.. or.. he wonders what he can do. The shop is small and there’s only so much duties - which he had completed earlier- to be done. There was no where to hide.

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ the flowers are beautiful as usual even though they're arranged differently, which mingyu's sure is the work of the omega. mrs jeon has a distinct way of organizing them but he didn't like these ones any less. the difference just just indicates that each of them has their own sense of individuality and who was he to judge them on that? he's pretty sure haneul wouldn't mind it one bit either; might even notice the difference herself even if she was always ignorant of things. a fond smile rests on his lips as he caresses a petal between the pads of his fingers, obsidian orbs brimming with nostalgia as he finds himself astray in his memories.

he couldn't help finding the other utterly adorable despite his rather sharp features, the omega's whole aura just emanating a sense of sweetness and bringing a warmth that spreads across his own torso that could only be explained as endearment. and god, those glasses. they sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose, accentuating his softness and mingyu literally has to hold himself back from climbing over the counter just so he could kiss him. it scares him. he hasn't felt this way about someone in years, not since haneul passed on and especially not with someone he just met. a part of him wants this to happen, wants a chance to finally be happy with another but something nags at his conscious and the guilt of betrayal tugs at his heartstrings. instead with a shake of his head, he lightly pushes at the omega's hand with his change as he always does with the owner of the store, urging him to keep it and holds the bouquet up with his palm as he readies himself to leave. stopping short in his tracks at the other's voice calling out to him, his swivels on his feet and awaits for the male to return with whatever it is he had gone over to get - which he very soon finds out is a gorgeous little stalk of sunset hued petals and causes an appreciative smile to beam across his countenance as he grabs at it. "it's beautiful," he muses, dark orbs rising from the carnation to gaze at the florist. "just like you."

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ /he chuckles softly at your reply and quickly gets into his work, he checks the flower vases and pots to make sure they're all in good condition then grabs the sprinkler to water each of them carefully/ Hmm, not really, I think I fell asleep pretty late, that's why I couldn't wake up in time /sighs a little bit and turns his head to look at you/ I guess you also don't have anything today to day, that's why you're here? /he grins, knowing how much you're scared of his mother's nagging/ I don't think anyone will visit the store today anyway, it's raining, but I have to deliver the flowers /he makes a face/ it's going to be tough

@im changkyun ᵒ /yawning again, was it the third, or the fourth time in this hour, he wondered to himself as he stared blanky at the book in his hand- The supposed book that was supposed to be interesting was rather boring- what was he even doing in the shop today? It was school break, and technically, he should be, could be lazying around at home, but nope. His ears perk up instantly as he hears the door chime ring. All boredom wiped away away from his visage. / oh! Changkyun! Don’t worry! /he says rather cheerily, despite already feeling sleepy. It’s got to be the weather. He agrees./ I wished I could sleep in but no.. umma just had to make me open the shop today. Thankful it’s me. You know how umma wouldn’t hear any of this. /he jokes, knowing his mother would never have minded but he likes teasing the other./ last night..? Mmh. I guess..? Nothing particularly interesting about my sleep last night. I suppose. And you..?

@kim mingyu ᵃ Wonwoo looks at the bouquet again. He’s not a fan of sympathy or condolences flowers. It’s pretty but somehow, there’s a little sadness that tags along with it. He notes the bouquet is adorned with carnations and a pang of sadness hits him. It’s probably for someone the other loves. A mate..? His girlfriend.. wife..? He doesn’t know him well (or at all), and wonwoo is not someone who would pry into someone else’s privacy. But nonetheless, everyone deserves happiness, including the other. He hopes that whoever he’s giving this to would bring him some sort of peace.

Easily lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t really catch what the other is saying. However, He doesn’t miss the sweetheart that follows and it makes his heart race just a little. Wonwoo walks back with bouquet of flowers in his hand, setting it down on the table carefully, almost a little too gently. He then looks up at the other, eyes a little daze as he stares a little too intently at him. The other is gorgeous, if he has to admit. Sure. he has plenty of good looking friends and classmates. But there was something about mingyu that was different. he tries to pin-point it but he doesn’t know what it was. Part of him wishes he could continue appreciating this guy in front of him but he realises he probably is staring a little too rudely, causing him to get slightly flustered. “I’m sorry.” He starts, voice cracking as he takes the money with both hands. How embarrassing could this get? “Wonwoo. Jeon wonwoo.” He replies curtly, moving to the register to take a couple of notes out as change. Politely, he hands mingyu a change of twenty dollars and smiles, a little too warmly for his own good. “Wait.. just Hold on.” He says a little abruptly before the other could leave. He needs to stop making a fool of himself, he thinks as he totters to the side of the shop and picks out a single stalk of orange red Gerbera daisy, laying it on the table, he continues to adorn it with a pretty yellow ribbon that compliments the colours of the petals. Satisfied, he then hands it to Mingyu. “For you. Come again.. soon.”

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ mingyu doesn't necessarily see it as a day of dullness. well, he couldn't. that would mean he'd be all bundled up under his covers and sobbing his heart out just at the thought of her, feeling claws pierce through his heart as he stares up at the blank ceiling. he couldn't do that to her. if anything, she deserves the best and that consisted of him paying his respects, telling her all the good things that's been going on and how she'll always be the love of his life even if he finds someone one day whom he loves just as much. they'll simply have to accept that fact.

mingyu watches the florist, the scent of freshly baked apple pies mingling in with the ones of the flowers donning the expanse of the shop and leaving a pleasant concoction of sweetness and delicacy to the air around them. it leaves him in a daze, the fragrance addicting almost and keeping him grounded to his spot. "ah, so you're her son. would explain why you have her eyes," he muses, elbow resting on the counter and palm cradling his cheek as his eyes trail over the omega's form. the blunt whiteness and hint of blue of the fauna in the man's arms adds to his delicate features and mingyu couldn't help but to let out a soft hum of appreciation at the sight. "thank you, sweetheart," he manages to snap out of his reverie as the other draws near, slipping his wallet out of his pocket and picking out a fifty dollar bill. "it's mingyu by the way."

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ /it keeps raining nonstop and he has no choice but going through the heavy rain with an umbrella on top of him, and of course it's not enough to protect him, attends the flower shop a little bit later than he supposes to, pushes the door open as he quickly steps inside, lifts his head up and feels relieved that you're there to cover his absent time/ I'm sorry, I woke up late in this morning because of the rain--- /he grins helplessly as letting down the umbrella and furl it nearly, then leaves it on the bin next to their counter/ I couldn't even hear my alarm because of it /he sighs while ruffling his own slightly wet hair, grabs the apron with his free and quickly puts it on to get ready for his work shift/ Did you sleep well last night, Wonwoo?

@kim mingyu ᵃ For most part of his job, wonwoo hopes that whenever a customer visits his shop, it’s for a happy occasion. He notes that nothing is better than the smile or the laughter that follows after when they receive the bouquet of flowers he had prepared for them with much thought. Often, he thinks to himself if he were the one to receive it, how happy he would be. And he hopes that was the case for the other party. Likewise, there were also cases of somber occasions. And he can only wish that the flower he prepares into a bouquet can be a source of comfort for the other party. today, just like the weather, there was something sad about it and he wonders why.

It hits him, the moment the taller male walks in, he catches that whiff of cinnamon and was that a hint of caramel? It’s oddly comforting and familiar, some where, somehow and he scrunches his nose a little. Snapping out of his thoughts, he notes how tall the male is, shoulders broad and all when he approaches the counter. Okay, maybe he isn’t /that/ tall. Just a little taller than wonwoo but still tall. “Ah.. umma?.. I- I mean, mrs. jeon..?” He squeaks out, he doesn’t know why but he’s a little intimidated by the other. Maybe it’s his height. “Ah! Are you.. mr.kim..?” Wonwoo questions, remembering his mother had reminded him earlier that morning that there would be a young man would be collecting a bouquet of flowers, that particular bouquet of flower that sits sadly in its stand. so it belongs to him? He couldn’t help but wonder as he moves from the cosy spot behind the counter to the refrigerator why would such a cheery looking guy like him need a bouquet of flowers with such meaning, but he doesn’t question as he takes out the pretty bouquet of white roses, carnations and a few final touches of forget-me-nots.

@jeon wonwoo ᵒ it' s a routine, a ritual almost, that he takes a leave from work on the exact same day each year. his coworkers about it, guessing it's an anniversary of some sort and that's he's absolutely 'whipped' by his mate. he humours them, keeping the real reason close to his heart partly because he doesn't want the mood to go all somber and partly because he might just break down actually saying it aloud even after all these years. haneul was the love of his life, despite the cliché of it all. she made his heart swell with love and affection just thinking about her and mingyu could still catch a hint of her citrus scent under his nose whenever he visited her parents' home. it's been eight years and it'd be a lie if he said he'd gotten over her. he doesn't think he ever will, but he isn't getting any younger and he'll eventually have to find a mate of his own despite it all.

it comes as a surprise when he stumbles upon a young man in the cosy little flower shop, having been used to the rather aged woman with a kind smile who recognised him despite his annual visits. yet he could see the resemblance in the other's eyes, the curve of them familiar and inviting as mingyu steps towards him. "hi," he mutters out as he settles himself at the counter, curiously gazing at the young man that brought a sort of comfort despite having never met him. "the lady that's usually here knows what i get each time but i'm guessing you don't." his voice hints at playfulness, a light simper resting against his tanned completion.

[] it's great bub

@kim mingyu ᵃ Brought up single handedly by his mother, who was a florist herself, Wonwoo recalls the days he spent in this tiny shop in downtown as a little boy — the premises nothing too fanciful, a couple of racks and shelves here and there and a long counter by the front door was all that suffice. He remembers running around the shop with flowers in his hands whenever his mother entrusted him with sorting them- occasionally getting chided since he was a little clumsy and would accidentally drop a couple of them, time to time. Unlike other kids who enjoyed fairytale stories, wonwoo enjoyed sitting next to his mother listening to her as she explained to him patiently about each flower and their meanings whenever she had a new batch. Some would say it was a boring hobby or job, but to wonwoo, there’s nothing like spending time here, at his mother’s shop or read up interesting facts about these pretty little flowers

The shop was situated at a rather busy street, usually bustling with people, mostly couples with all sorts of different requests and needs but today, the young florist highly doubts that there would be anything of such; not when he spots the dark clouds approaching and knows that there would be an impending rain the would follow. It was an awfully quiet day for him. So there he was, perched up on a tall chair behind the counter, distracted with a book in his hand until he hears the door chime bell ring. “Welcome to Jeon’s! How may I help you?” He chirps immediately, rather cheerily as he bookmarks his page with a pink petal before glancing up at the customer that walks in.

( I’m sorry this is so terrible.)