Playgirl [Fem Reader X Twice]

friendship flowers

What do you even get someone you don't like as an apology? Should I get her a gift card? Maybe flowers? Or, is that too romantic? Do you even get flowers for a friend?

I pull out my phone and open the browser, quickly typing, "What flowers symbolize friendship?" into the search bar. The results show that yellow roses are often associated with friendship, joy and positive energy.

"Yellow roses it is then," I mumble to myself, feeling a sense of relief for having found a suitable option.

I decide to visit a nearby flower shop and, hopefully, they'll have a nice arrangement of yellow flowers.

As I open the door to the flower shop bells jingle and a small lady pops up from behind the counter.

"Hi, can I help you?" the lady beams.

"Hi," I awkwardly smile with a fake smile plastered on my face trying to match the lady's energy, "Do you have any yellow roses?"

"Yellow roses," the lady repeats her cheery demeanor slightly faltering, "Oh dear, I'm sorry we don't carry those. Is there maybe anything else that could suffice?"

I scratch my nape, "I'm not really sure, I'm in a bit of an awkward situation and I'm not sure if any other flower would be right."

"How about these?" the lady shows me pink roses, "would these be good?"

I look at the pink roses, contemplating. "Do you think they come off as romantic?"

She raises an eyebrow, "Do you want them to?"

Caught off guard, I stammer, "N-no, just something friendly, you know? We're not exactly on romantic terms."

The lady laughs. I can't believe she would laugh at my situation.

"Oh, don't worry, dear. Flowers carry the sentiment you give them. If you intend them to be friendly, that's exactly how they'll be received," she reassures me with a warm smile.

I nod and decide to go with the pink roses. As she wraps them up, she slips a small card into the bouquet. "Just in case you want to add a personal touch," she suggests.

I pay for the rose and decide to write "I'm sorry" in the card.

As I slip the card back into the bouquet and step outside the flower shop, a sudden voice startles me.

"Buying me flowers already?"

I jump, almost dropping the flowers. I jerk my head to see Sana standing there with a mischievous grin.

"Ew- no," I retort, holding the bouquet defensively. "These are not for you. They're a peace offering for someone else."

Sana raises an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Oh? Someone special?"

I roll my eyes, refusing to indulge her curiosity. "It's none of your business. I have to go."

I try to leave, but Sana follows me, her heels clicking against the pavement. "Come on, tell me. I won't bite... much."

I glance at her, unamused. "No, Sana. Just drop it."

She pouts,"Fine, keep your secrets."

As I walk away, Sana's lingering presence fades into the background. I head towards Nayeon's apartment, friendship roses in hand.

I arrive at Nayeon's apartment, taking a deep breath, I press the buzzer.

"Who is it?" Nayeon's voice crackles through the intercom.

"It's Y/n," I respond.

The door buzzes, and I make my way up to her apartment. As Nayeon opens the door, she eyes the flowers skeptically.

"Peace offering?" she smirks.

"Yeah, something like that," I admit, handing her the bouquet.

Nayeon takes the flowers, examining them. "Pink roses, huh? Interesting choice."

"Haha- yea I guess," I awkwardly laugh, "I wanted yellow ones but they didn't have any."

She chuckles, "Fair enough. Come in, I guess."

I step inside, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension.

If there was one way to describe her apartment, it would be bland, just like her personality. It's clean, but it kinda feels like a psych ward—everything perfectly arranged and unapparent of any personal touch. The lack of color or any signs of life make it strangely uncomfortable. My own messy apartment might be chaotic, but at least it feels like someone actually lives there.

As I take a seat on her minimalistic couch, Nayeon eyes me curiously. The air feels awkward, and I struggle to find something to say.

"So, uh, I'm sorry again about the whole last night thing," I awkwardly begin.

Nayeon, surprisingly, gives a small smile. "Yeah, you should be. But, you did bring flowers, so I guess that's something."

I nod, relieved that she's not completely hostile. "I genuinely wanted to apologize. I know your night got messed up because of me- it can be hard running into an ex."

All of a sudden, Nayeon suddenly grabs me and pulls me into a kiss.

After a few seconds I push her away, "Uh- I don't think this is right, you're my best friend's ex and I just don't see you that way."

Nayeon looks taken aback, a mix of embarrassment and regret flashing across her face. "I... I'm sorry. I thought... you know the flowers"

I quickly interrupt, "It's okay, let's just forget about it. I should go."

As I stand to leave, the atmosphere in the room turns awkward. Nayeon mumbles an apology, but the damage is done. I exit her apartment, feeling a sense of relief and discomfort at the same time.

However, for some reason I don't want it to end like this, just as the door is about to close, I say, "You can still come for coffee if you want." And with that I leave the apartment.