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179. Kang Dongho Mafia AU

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· you work at a flower shop across the street from a tattoo shop

· it's the oldest cliche in the book, but to be fair, when your aunt opened up the shop, the tattoo place hadn't been there

· you're only working there to help out your aunt, but you find that the flower shop is a really nice place to work

· you enjoy the lush feeling of the damp air, and how relaxing and calming it is to water the flowers and care for the various potted plants

· you've noticed that a lot of people seem to come to the tattoo shop

· and there's always this one guy who goes with them

· he's pretty tall, muscular, with dark brown hair gelled up

· one time, you point him out to your aunt and she clicks her tongue

· "ah, those punks almost made me want to move my shop" she sighed "dear, don't get mixed up with them. they're the mafia"

· you were never one to listen to adult figures lol

· one time, you were casually watering some tulips when you heard someone cough awkwardly

· (you were in the shop by yourself, since your aunt was out running errands)

· you turned around to see the guy standing there, eyebrows raised

· "hi, welcome to ivy and rose, how can i help you?" you parroted, rushing forward to stand at the counter

· "um, my friend wanted to buy a plant for someone," he explained

· you nodded, walking over to where the potted plants were kept

· "what type of plant were you thinking?" you asked "we have different types of flowers, succulents, shrubs."

· he stares at you blankly

· "i was thinking... something green?"

· you laughed, "how familiar is this person with caring for plants?"

· "to be honest, i'm not really sure," he confessed, growing slightly embarrassed, "i'm not the one giving the gift"

· "why don't you go with a simple succulent, then," you suggested, lifting a small pot of tiger tooth aloe "they're easy to care for, water maybe one every few days, direct sunlight"

· he nodded, picking the little plant up

· after paying for it, he heads out, and you resume watering the tulips

· he pauses at the door and glances at you

· "hey, what did you say your name was again?"

· you look up from the tulips

· "i didn't, actually."

· a couple days later, he's back?

· this time, he looks around the flowers and picks a random bunch and pays

· he was wearing a tank top and you could clearly see the tattoos that decorated his arms and chest

· "so, can i ask for your name?" he asked with a small smile, looking up at you as he pulled his wallet out to pay, the glance making your heart race