San walked down the sidewalk, looking at all the store fronts he passed along the way. He looked inside the windows of all the little shops he passed, looking at all the colors that themed with their brand, until he walked by one shop; his favorite flower place.
He approached the doors, swinging one of them open and hearing the bells chime. He walked into the small shop, seeing the owner working with a customer. His guess was that the customer was trying to decide what flowers he wanted, but San already knew which ones he was looking for. He grabbed the bundle of flowers off of one of the racks, in addition to chocolates and a bear that he had prior to entering the store, and waited for the owner to be done with the customer.
That time, not long after, had came, the customer walking out of the clear glass doors with his newly purchased flowers in his hands. Once the person was gone, San looked at the other.
"How's my favorite flower shop owner?" he said cheerfully, approaching him.
"Hey Sannie" the shorter male said back, walking over to San as well. He gave him a welcoming hug, squeezing him, and pulled away. "And I'm the only person you know that owns a flower shop" the male said with a slight chuckle.
"Mhm, and you also happen to be my favorite" San replied, smiling.
The other just laughed again. He looked down to the taller's hands, seeing they were occupied with a few items.
"The chocolates and bear for your mom? I see you got her her flowers again."
San had been coming to this particular flower shop for a little over a year now. His first encounter with the place was when he wanted to buy some flowers for his mom, who happened to have had a serious illness. There were moments that times were tough for them, times that seemed like things were just never going to get better, but by some miracle and several sessions of treatment, she was cured of her illness. Ever since the first day she was diagnosed, San got her her favorite flowers everyday, wanting her to know that he appreciated everything she had gave him. At the time, they didn't know how things were going to look for her, so San decided to cherish every moment with her. Thankfully, now, he had many more days to cherish with her, but he still showed up to her house with the pretty bundle.
The flower shop that he had bought flowers from more than a year ago, is also where he had met Wooyoung, the owner of the store and also now a very close friend. Well, kinda sorta friends. Ever since San had started coming to this place and met Wooyoung, it was an instant attraction. His personality is as lovable as they came; him valuing the people around him and always being polite when he didn't have to. Not to mention, just the vibe his appearance radiated was so attracting. His soft pink lips, his curious looking eyes, the mole that was perfectly placed under his eye, the way he dressed and could pull off anything. San couldn't get the male out of his head, nor did he want to. Going to a shop that sells your mom's favorite flower and has somebody you like in a romantic way at the same time, it was like he had hit the jackpot.
"No, they're for my Valentine, but the flowers are for my mom though" San responded.
"Oh. I never knew you were seeing somebody" Wooyoung voiced with surprise.
San shook his head. "I'm not, but I'm hoping they'll give me the benefit of the doubt when I give this to them."
"Oh, okay then. Well, whoever they are, they're lucky to be made such an offer, by you."
"Thanks Woo, but I'm not that confident in myself with things like this" the older said. And it was true.
Being in this type of situation really wasn't his forte, let alone, being in the situation where it was Wooyoung that he wanted to ask to be his Valentine. Wooyoung was sweet and all, but San could be easily intimidated by his bubbly and cheerful personality. Anybody could want him, and he couldn't blame them, but he didn't know if he had what it took to win over the other's heart.
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Romance"How was that precious?" he asked quietly, looking down at the top of the other's head. When he got soft snores in place of a verbal reply, he knew he had done well. A smile found its way onto his lips, as said lips reached downward to place one mo...
