ATEEZ ONE-SHOTS |BXB|

F|Adonis|Minsang

This is just 4k words of two people getting to know each other and being happy :)

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

Gossip spoke around fast, and that was how the studio on the other side of the street ended up being the number one topic. Everyone, young or old, spoke about it behind their hands and between giggles, and Yeosang, discreet as he was, just listened.

The studio, the tattoo studio, on the other side of the street; he hadn't decided yet if he liked or hated it. He liked it when colors harmonized, it looked organized. And the way the mostly minimalistic, black studio at the other side of his pretty, pastel-themed flower shop stood in contrast, made his eye twitch in the morning.

"I heard that he is single."

"Who? The owner?"

"The owner. And supposedly, he's getting around well with the women here," she giggled and picked up a small succulent plant. "He's so hot... My friend went there to talk about a tattoo she might get. She said that if Adonis was reincarnated, it would be him."

Yeosang rolled his eyes. He had seen him, in the evening, when he was about to close his shop, he would come out to smoke a cigarette. In front of his own studio. I don't know what kind of reputation he wanted or planned to have, but Yeosang could never dare to do the same in the near of his own place. He didn't smoke, he hated the smell, the taste.

Sure. He was tall, broad, maybe even a little attractive. This place rarely saw people that looked a little decent. That wasn't reason enough to make him such a big deal.

He was rude, loud, and had bad language - probably.

Or maybe Yeosang hoped so, so he wouldn't have to admit that maybe his noisy customers were right.

The florist looked up from the bouquet he was arranging. On the other side of the street, the sign read Adonis.

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The sun set late, warm evening breeze flew through his hair as he closed his small shop. Checking the lights and windows, Yeosang rolled down the grate. Glass was easy to break, he didn't need them to get inside that easy. Though, who would steal from a flower shop? What even?

Behind his back, he heard the now-familiar sound of the lighter.

As usual, he locked the grate at the front door last and tucked away the keys somewhere in the depths of his handbag. Turning around, he prepared himself for the awkward smile he would have to give him. Otherwise he would be rude. Getting used to new people had always been a struggle of his, he didn't want to be rude toward him. And at times he felt like maybe he was going a little too hard on him. He hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe he should finally greet him welcome, maybe he could bring him some flowers or-

"Hey."

Yeosang flinched like a scared cat when an unexpectedly deep voice called right behind him. His shoulders tensed and scared to death he turned around, holding his purse ready to hit whatever and whoever. And he did, he did smack Adonis right in the face.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Yeosang held his hands to his mouth in sorry, "I didn't expect you to come over here. I- I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" he asked and took a step further back; too shy to go see for himself if he was alright.

He only laughed, a little nervous, a little surprised. "I'm fine, don't worry!" he gave back, scratching the back of his head. An almost dorky smile spread over his face. His eyes almost disappeared in two crescents, his nose scrunched lightly. "I am sorry for scaring you," he added. Adonis stretched out his hand and tilted his head a little, smiling - Yeosang didn't believe his eyes - shyly at him. "I'm Song Mingi, I'm the owner of Adonis. We didn't get to meet yet."