✮ ⋆ ENHYPEN ˚｡𖦹 ⋆IMAGINES ｡°✩

☆ Flower☆Jake ☆

You have been working at a little flowershop; you barely make enough money to pay your bills, but you stay there since you enjoy selling flowers.

About 2 months ago, a man you learned to be named Jake had come to the shop every day, buying a massive bouquet every time.

Today was no different.
Jake entered, his eyes immediately landing on you. A small smile crept to his lips.

"Good morning flower girl. How are you?"
He asked as he approached, hands in pockets.

"Morning, my day's been good," you say with a friendly smile.

He leaned on the counter, observing you as you worked.

"You look lovely today," he noted, watching you with an intense gaze.

"Thank you," you walk over to where he was leaning and ask. "What do you need today?"

He leaned even further forward, his arm brushing against yours as he rested it on the counter.

"Something lovely. A bouquet for the most lovely girl." He replied, his smile never leaving his lips.

"What flowers in the bouquet today?" You asked, putting your hair up.

He hummed for a moment before answering.
"Pink roses. Just like your cheeks when you blush." Ha smirked, noticing you growing flustered by his comment.

You chuckle, trying to hide your blush.
"Just roses?"

He continued to smirk, his eyes never leaving you as you went about creating the bouquet.
"Indeed. Roses are almost as beautiful as you are." He purred, "Almost."

He continued watching you, taking in every action you took to make the roses.
He was utterly entranced by you.

After wrapping it into a beautiful bouquet, you walked over to him, handing the bouquet.
"Roses for you... That will be 14.99$"

His smile grew wider as he chuckled, reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet. He pulled out a 20.

"Keep the change, love," he hummed, handing it to you.

"Thank you Jake~"

He nodded as he took the bouquet into his hands, his heart still fluttering as he held them, just like a little boy.

He observed the roses closely, gently tracing one of the rose's petals with his finger, a soft smile on his face.

"So tell me who's the special person getting these flowers?"

He chuckled, still staring at the bouquet as his words came out in a barely hushed whisper.

"The most beautiful girl I've ever met. She's so wonderful, and yet she has no idea."

"She must be lucky."

He hummed in agreement, his eyes flickering up to glance at you as you spoke.

"She's the luckiest girl in the world.
She's perfect in every way possible."

His words came out in a tone filled with admiration as he spoke. The more he spoke, the more he realized he described you perfectly.

As you see another customer come in, you had to leave Jake. "Well, I have to get working. Have a good day," you smiled.

He returned the smile, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. He nodded, still unable to take his eyes off of you.

"You too, love," he smiled, gripping the bouquet tight as he turned to leave.

He started to walk away but stopped after a few steps, glancing back over his shoulder at you.

He watched closely as you began to help another customer.

He wanted to turn around, to say something, to call out to you, but he stopped himself, turning away and walking out the door.

He walked away, his thoughts still occupied by you. Your smile, your touch, the way you'd looked as you made him the bouquet, everything about you.

He let out a heavy sigh, staring down at the bouquet in his hands. He felt a pang of jealousy as he thought about the fact you were being kind to other customers, like you were with him, but he fought the feeling. After all, you didn't belong to him.

He made his way back home, still holding onto the flowers protectively.

He entered his penthouse apartment and let out a heavy exhale. He placed the bouquet gently down on the kitchen counter, gazing at them from afar.

He felt ridiculous for feeling like this about you. You were just a florist he'd known for 3 months, yet he couldn't get you out of his head.

He began to pace back and forth, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Why was he feeling like this for you?

He stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
He glanced at the bouquet, his heart skipping a beat as he stared at it.

He let out a sigh, moving over to the couch and plopping down to sit. He rested his elbows on his knees and let his head fall into his hands.

His mind was consumed by you.
Your smile, your hair, your eyes, your laugh. Everything about you was so perfect.
He couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for you hard.

He leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.
He couldn't believe he was falling for you, a girl he'd only known for a few months.

He felt stupid for thinking like this. After all, you probably didn't even feel the same way, and even if you did, why would you go for him?

He let out another heavy sigh, feeling like his heart was beating out of his chest. He never imagined he'd feel like this about anyone, and here he was, utterly taken by you.

He sat there in silence, lost in thought for what felt like hours. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

The thought of you still interacting with other customers filled him with jealousy. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to smile at him, to laugh for him, to touch him and only him. He wanted you.

His mind was a storm, filled with you, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it.

He glanced at the bouquet on the kitchen counter once again. He let out a sigh as he got up, deciding that he couldn't just sit around all day and think about you.

He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the bouquet, carrying it through the apartment to place it on the side table in the living room.

He observed the arrangement once more, his heart fluttering at the sight of them. They were so beautiful, just like you. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to push the thoughts of you out of his mind, though it was a hopeless attempt.

He walked over to the large window, staring out at the view. He tried to focus on the sight instead of the thoughts of you, but it was impossible. Your smile appeared in his mind again, your eyes shining softly.

A pang of jealousy hit his heart once again as the image of you with another customer appeared in his mind. He hated it. The thought of you touching someone else, of you being with someone else, he couldn't bear it.

He clenched his fists, desperately trying to control the emotions that were bubbling within him. He felt pathetic, getting this worked up over a girl he met 2 months ago. But the more he saw you, the more he talked to you, the more the feelings he was trying so hard to push down grew even stronger.

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He had to stay in control. He was the mafia boss, for god's sake. He couldn't let himself become vulnerable to a damn florist.

————The next week.
He arrived at the little flower shop, his heart already starting to pound in his chest.

Today was the day. He was going to ask you out. He was nervous yet excited, his hands shaking slightly as he entered the shop.

"Morning, Mr. Jake~"

He froze for a moment as he heard your voice, feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

"Good morning, love."

He walked over to the counter, trying to compose himself enough to speak.

"Another bouquet?"

He nodded, a small smile on his face.

"What flowers today?"

He let out a deep exhale, not having put much thought into which flowers he wanted.
"Surprise me. I trust your judgement."

He leaned against the counter, watching you closely, fighting the urge to blurt out the words that were on his mind.

"I'll pick my favourite then," you smiled and went to grab your favourite flowers to make a bouquet.

He smiled, amused by your words. He had a feeling he knew exactly what your favourites were, but he didn't want to assume anything.
"Perfect. I can't wait to see them."

He stayed in his position, leaning against the counter as he watched you work on the bouquet.

He could feel it; this was the moment he's been waiting for.

Jake watched intently as you assembled the bouquet, his heart beating faster with anticipation.

Today was the day, he kept telling himself, just a little bit longer.

He took a moment to admire you—the way your hands moved delicately and the way your face was filled with concentration as you created the arrangement.

After a few minutes, you finish the bouquet, holding it out to him with a smile on your face.

"Here you are. I picked my favourites."

He took the flowers into his hands, his heart fluttering once again. He had a feeling you'd picked roses, and he was right.
They were beautiful, just like you.

"Thank you, love."

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding even faster.

This was it. Make it or break it. He couldn't back out now.

"Can I ask you a question, flower?"

He took a moment, his heart now beating so fast he could feel it in his throat. He looked at you, his eyes filled with nervousness and a hint of something else.

"I was wondering... would you like to go on a date with me sometime?" He finally managed to get the words out, his heart waiting with baited breath for your response.

He stood there, every cell in his body screaming as he waited for your response.
His mind was racing, filled with thoughts and scenarios of what your answer might be. He hoped and wished that you'd say yes, but he was also afraid of rejection.

He watched your face closely, searching for any sign of what your answer might be, praying that it would be the one he's hoping for.

The silence as he waited for your answer was deafening. It felt like an eternity passed, each second that ticked by making his heart pound even harder.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, his body tense as he waited, his heart beating so loud he could hear it in his ears.

All he wanted was for you to say yes.

He continued to watch you as you seemed to think about his question. He fidgeted with the bouquet in his hands, trying to appear calm but failing miserably. His heart was practically beating out of his chest.

He couldn't bear the waiting any longer, the tension driving him crazy. He wanted to ask again, but he also didn't want to seem desperate.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you finally spoke. He felt his heart skip a beat as he eagerly waited for your response, hoping that it would be the one he wanted to hear.

"I would love too."

As you agreed to go on a date with him, his heart leapt in his chest, a wave of relief and sheer joy washing over him. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and a bright smile spread across his face.

"Seriously? You'll go on a date with me?" He repeated, just to make sure he'd heard correctly.

"Don't think I had eyes on you the first day you came here," you admitted, looking away.

He chuckled, a hint of surprise crossing his expression. "Really? You noticed me from the very beginning?"

"Wait a minute... can I ask you something?"

He nodded, a curious look on his face.
"Of course. Anything you want to know."

"You buy flowers here every week? Who are those for?"

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to tell you the truth. But he decided it was best to be honest. "I... they're for you. I've been buying a bouquet every week just to come and see you."

You laughed, "So youre telling me.. you come here to see me every week."

He nodded, a bashful smile on his face.
"Yes, I come here just to see you. It's ridiculous, I know, but I can't help it."

He chuckled, feeling embarrassed by his own confession.

"You know you didn't have to spend money; you could've just come in to say hi."

He let out a laugh. "I know, I know. But I don't want to just come in and look like a creep. At least with the flowers, I can make it seem like I'm here for a reason."

He ran a hand through his hair, sheepishly smiling at you.

"And I suppose I couldn't bear the thought of just coming here to see you without giving you anything. You deserve everything, love."

"So there's like 1000 bouquets at your house?"

He chuckled, a sheepish smile on his face as he admitted to his little secret. "Yes, you could say that. My home's filling up with bouquets because of you."

He laughed again, amused by his own behavior. "I have a whole corner filled with them in my home. It's a little embarrassing, honestly, a man buying so many bouquets every week, but I can't help it. I just can't get you out of my head."

"Youre crazy, you didn't have to do that silly"

He chuckled at your response. "Crazy for you."

He couldn't even deny it. He knew he was crazy, obsessively coming to the shop to see you every week like an idiot. But he couldn't help it; he was in too deep.

"So... about that date." you started.

His smile widened as you mentioned the date.

"Yes, the date. Where and when do you want to go, love? Name the place, and I'll take you there."

"Anywhere?"

He nodded, more than happy to take you anywhere you wanted.

"Anywhere at all. Just name it, and I'll make it happen."