HEAVEN'S FLOWERS.

floral kisses

It's been another week since the first time Jisoo met Jeonghan in his flower shop.

Another week since Jisoo invited the Angel to church, Jisoo taking him outside more often other than the flower shop, nor the church ever since.

Now, Jisoo is walking to Heaven's Flowers once again to see Jeonghan. And this time he has a surprise for him.

The gift may seem stupid for other people, though it's the thought and meaning that counted and Jisoo just wanted to give Jeonghan something that is as pretty and delicate as him—even though there was nothing as gorgeous as the florist in Jisoo's eyes.

He pushed open the door, the heavy glass swinging as he stepped in the shop. The bell rang in his ears. The fresh smells of all the different flowers swirling in his nose; lilies, roses, carnations and so much more. All sweet and refreshing.

His gaze shifted, his eyes immediately landed on a certain person. Jeonghan.

A smile erupted on his face as he walked to the counter, his hand with the gift behind his back. "Hannie." he calls, walking behind Jeonghan with an arm wrapped around the Angel's slim waist.

Jeonghan turned around, a flower crown in his hands. He placed it onto Jisoo's head with a smile stretched across his face. He scanned Jisoo's body up and down. He was wearing a white bottom up, the top three buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a white vest underneath it. He wore khakis pants and white sneakers.

Jeonghan blushed, biting his bottom lip, trying his best not to stare at Jisoo's veins that wrapped around his forearm or his chest peeking through the fabric.

"Oh, Jisoo..." he said, slowly shaking his head. He looked up at Jisoo's pretty doe eyes, hands resting themselves on the younger's chest. "How are you?"

"I'm doing great." Jisoo replied, his arm reached out at the side of Jeonghan's waist—his hands gripping onto the counter, trapping the elder. Their bodies were less than inches from touching and Jisoo controlled himself before he could press himself against the elder's body. "I actually have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" Jeonghan tilted his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. "What is it?"

Jisoo retreated the hand behind his back, his hand in between there bodies. A bright, pink flower sprouting out from a stem that was pinned in between his two fingers. Azalea.

He giggled, "Oh? You're surprising me with a flower when I already work as a florist, huh?"

Jisoo shrugged, "It reminded me of you, soft and pretty. So delicate when you touch it."

Jeonghan took the flower, his touch as tender as always. The flower bursted a light, sweet smell at his face as soon as he touched it. He closed his eyes, inching the flower to his nose and inhaled it softly to smell the sweet scent once again.

A smile erupted on the Angel's face, his teeth as white and pretty as pearls—Jisoo's heart warmed on the sight, his own lips curling into a smile. Jeonghan looked up, his eyes fluttering open. "Well, it's beautiful."

"Just like you..." Jisoo whispered.

He took the flower back from the older man's finger, tucking it behind Jeonghan's ear. It looked like it was blooming next to the Angel's face.