'flower shop'

@Kwon Soonyoung❖(山口組) “Ah yes, I had to fill for other employee that called in sick. You know, the usual ‘you’re the only guy who can help us, Lee-kun.’” He paraphrases his boss and sprawls comfortably on the seat that was offered to him. It’s good to sit on something with a back to rest. “No no, I’m fine.” He assures the other, but his stomach decides to ruin it with loud grumbling. “Okay, guess I will take the extra one.”

@Kwon Soonyoung❖(山口組) Another day another shift he tries to make through with minimal amount of sleep. Nothing he hasn’t been used to, considering his workaholic nature. Tiredness is a distraction from thinking about everything outside the here and now. Also, it pays well and what’s better way of filling a void in his heart than with extra money?
Right now he’s happy about delivering some food to address he recognized. It’s always nice to meet familiar faces, especially as cute as Soonyoung’s.
“Hi, here’s your order.” He says, handing a plastic bag to the store’s owner. It was prepaid, and he doesn’t want to linger here awkwardly, so Hwitaek is about to turn around, but is stopped by the other’s man voice.
“Yes, water sounds good, actually.” With a nod he agrees to the offer.

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) Wonho didn't know whether to thank God that Seongwu was actually there or whether he'd end him for breaking into his shop, but he didn't really have the luxury of caring about those specifics as his legs were quickly becoming jello beneath him. He latched onto one of the shelves with a white knuckled grip to keep himself up as he blinked the apothecary into focus. "Thinking wasn't much involved." He slurred like a man who'd had one too many to drink and possessed just as much foolish honesty, even though that was far from the case. Glancing down at himself as if searching for an answer, he took in a shaky breath and tried again. "Bleeding on your floor... if you wanna get real specific."

@Lee Hoseok❂(住吉会) Though it was late and Seongwu had already closed up shop, he still stayed behind to not only get his inventory in order, but he honestly didn't feel like going back to the main house so soon. All that awaited him was the usual yakuza talk, after all. He was thinking endlessly of how to get around running to the gang members when suddenly he heard a crash in the back room. Who the heck? Seongwu glanced at his calendar just to make sure there wasn't supposed to be a business deal going on today, but the box was empty. Hurriedly dashing to the back room, he was met with the sight of Sumiyoshi–Kai's resident bombardier. The male looked badly injured, and Seongwu honestly would've been more concerned if it weren't for the fact that he was ransacking his apothecary. Standing cross-armed by the entryway, he coughed loudly to get the other's attention, "Ahem, Wonho, just what do you think you're doing?"

@Kwon Soonyoung❖(山口組) Bright and early, Seongwu was already setting up shop for the day, leaving out buckets of individual flowers and stands of prepared bouquets. It was rare, however, for him to get customers this early in the morning, so he simply settled on his stool behind the counter with a cup of piping hot coffee and opened a crossword puzzle to distract himself with. It was these quiet moments in his day that he appreciated opening up his own business. Because outside of the yakuza household, this was the only place he felt the most comfortable in, not being suffocated by the duties of his lineage. Seongwu couldn't help but sigh contentedly when suddenly a figure standing outside his window caught his attention.

The male's blonde hair caught his eye first as he shuffled amongst the various flowers decorating the front. Though Seongwu almost made eye contact with the fellow, he realized that he was staring at a nonexistent place somewhere in the distance. Curious, the former got up from his seat and walked out the door to greet the stranger. "Hello, sir. May I help you?"

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) *the sound of clattering could be heard in one of the back rooms of the hidden clinic as the bombardier who had broken inside listed sideways into one of the shelves, barely able to keep himself upright. He hadn't meant to make such a mess of things, but Wonho's coordination wasn't exactly as sharp when he had a jagged piece of metal jutting out from his right side. Little superficial cuts littered his arms, which had thankfully shielded his face from the flying shrapnel that came from his latest flare of pyrotechnics, but he'd certainly seen better days. It was only through blind determination, fueled by pain, that he'd even made it to the underground apothecary, but it was clear by his lack of a polite entrance that he didn't intend to linger* ... ... Where's the b-bandages? *fumbles with objects on the shelves - which seemed to be more plants than anything - one handed while the other tried to keep pressure on his side*