Black Roses

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It's been a few days since I saw Minho.
And all I can say is that I have spent day and night awake not wasting one second finding evidence of anything I may of left behind, or I should say my mother.
I'm not entirely sure what happened to her, my grandmother won't speak of it and neither will my grandpa.
When I got here all I was told was that she had gone somewhere safe, yet no one will tell me where exactly. All she left behind for me was a sappy letter and my own safety. I only now presume she's dead as anyone would after 8 years or so.
Either way I found absolutely nothing that showed anything that I may of left behind.
Therefore, for now I can only assume I'm safe as long as I'm careful. I should of left as soon as he left but that will only happen if absolutely necessary. I simply can't leave my grandma and grandpa, I'm all they have left and they're all I have left. If by some chance I had to leave, I would have to cut them off no questions asked.

It was a sunny Saturday. The sun shone down onto the flower shop creating a warm ambiance  and a natural light decorated the walls and floors of the small shop.
The street was unusually busy too, lots of locals seemed to be out enjoying the mid morning sunshine, even some tourists casually walked past maybe to see the flower meadow up the road. I loved the meadow, but only on quiet days. All the tourists are like flies to me: irritating and just disturbing for the peaceful atmosphere.
With only 10 minutes before my lunch brake,
I found myself helping Miss San pick out some suitable marigold's for her garden, claiming she just adored the scent of them. I personally had a dislike for marigold's, even argued with my grandma over having them in the shop.
Their strong scent is said to guide the afterlife towards you around Halloween and the Day of the Dead. I hate the idea of driving the afterlife near me, it's disturbing and even now sends shivers down my spine.

Despite this I still adorned my fake but friendly smile as I gave Miss San her change. After bidding her goodbye I quickly went out the back to grab some extra plant pots of which I noticed had ran out.
However, at the same time as she exited the shop I heard her claim,
"My, my what a kind young man you are, thank you so much"
Rolling my eyes I slowly dragged my feet to the cash register
Why can't I just have an early lunch for once?
I groaned, but stopped in my tracks as I turned the corner.
My throat became dryer than sand, and my stomach flipped completely, my heart rate quickened as I stared at the back of a mans broad shoulders.
I have to regain confidence or else I'm gonna be dead.
It can't be him
It can't be him
I repeated over and over and over.
He turned around looking at the display and in that moment I might as well of gone straight into cardiac arrest...
That's fucking Bang Chan the leader of Straykids...
They definitely know who I am, what are the chances of two mafia members from the same group, casually walking into a flower shop in the middle of nowhere without a malicious plan behind them.

"Hey do you have any red roses, I can't seem to find any?" He asked finally looking at me with great, glowing eyes.
If I were to ignore the fact he was most likely here to kill me I would've taken the chance to admire his face. Because he was probably the most beautiful human being I have ever laid eyes on.
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"No we don't sell those sorry is there anything else you would like?"
"Well I have a particular interest in red flowers but I can't seem to see any, do you like hate the colour red or something?" He joked smiling innocently,
"Ah, I'd rather not answer that question"
I looked dead into his face, discomfort, annoyance and anger laced through my facial expression all at once. Pulling myself out of the moment I got back to what I normally would do with a customer,
"but why the red roses perhaps I could suggest something else?"
He smirked at this thinking for a few seconds,
"Just...
Lets say wanting a last word in a relationship"

I knew he was lying, I knew he was trying to pick me apart,
"May I suggest black roses? There quite expensive but they're used as a symbol of revenge and are quite beautiful if you ask me but only if you look at them from a more artistic perspective — maybe that might suit your interests?"
"Sure, I guess that's probably a better idea than mine"
"How many would you like?"
"About 50?"
"50?" I asked confused, I'm not even sure we have that many,
"Yes, princess, 50"
"Don't call me that please"
He only smirked once again, watching the obvious yet quick eye roll pass through my face
"You'll have to come back in two days, I need to order some more if you want 50, but I'll set them aside for you have a nice day" I smiled as an indication for him to leave and glancing down to scribble the order on a spare paper I had, yet he didn't leave. He stayed and leaned his elbows on the counter.
At the time my eyes were still focused on my schedule, only the sound of the pen scratching on the page was heard.
Thinking back I bet it looked odd to anyone passing by: a man leaning over a counter while a woman was minding her own business for about what felt like minutes. Quite awkward if I do say so myself.
My eyes wandered back up and was weirded out to see him still there,
"Can I help you or are you just gonna stare at me until Christmas?" I asked him,
"Nothing just admiring you, why do you work here anyways I bet it's boring all by yourself or do you have some weird obsession with flowers or some shit like that?"
If he wasn't a fucking mafia boss I may of thrown a joke at him or politely answered his question. Damn I may of even flirted back at him. However, seeing two mafias from the same group within a week is bound to force you to become unreasonable or not think before you say something. My brain was going into overdrive, I wasn't fully present, the only thing going through my head was the thought of having to leave my grandparents: there's no way in hell I'm staying here for long. They're onto me, they know who I am, they have to — there's no other explanation as to why two of them have coincidentally wondered into a random flower shop.