Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Jin

I hate flowers.

The thought repeats itself inside your head with more and more annoyance and impatience, and you sigh in a long, tiring exhale as you leave the fourth flower shop of the day. The air is chilly and a little windy, but you still breath deeply, the freshness filling your lungs and vanishing the strong smell of the hundreds of flowers you've been sniffing around all morning.

It was lovely at first, as you've always loved natural scents that are able to help overcome a little the burning and dense smells of the metropolitan city, but now you're so fed up of the thousands of sweet perfumes that have filled up your nostrils you think your nose has definitely started to stop working.

You sneeze, groaning under your breath as you take out your phone and check the next flower shop in the list you made yesterday. It's the last one, a shop you almost skipped for a very good and logical reason.

The reviews are good, incredibly good, and the photos of the place are so stunning some people have admitted to go there just to take pictures of the outside. Kim Seokin's Flower Shop is one of a kind, fresh and beautiful and quality and so, so expensive.

That's why your first reaction when you finally spot the shop is not of awe (even though you have to admit the outside is impressive and neat) but deep, churning dread.

You silently curse at Hoseok, the one that got you into this mess. When he suddenly called you to tell you in a messy, hurried sentence I need your help because this crush is killing me and this girl is so high maintenance but I really want to give her flowers and you know about this stuff, help me please, you couldn't help but agree, mainly out of pity but also because he is your best friend, although his promise of paying one round of drinks the next time you two go out also plays a very important part in your decision.

The money Hoseok gave you feels too light inside your pocket, and you know that if you give in to the elegant, delicate flowers of Kim Seokjin you will also have to put some money out of your own wallet.

You still enter the shop, because it's Hoseok, and his crush of two years apparently likes exquisite, unnecessarily expensive stuff like this. Besides, you know that if you actually get her to show some interest in him he would owe you one forever.

You're surprised when the dazzling, placid smell reaches your nose the moment the door closes behind you. It's not as overwhelming as the scent of the other shops, always a little chaotic as one perfume swamped over the other in a mess of fragrances. It smells like quiet freshness, not too sweet and almost calming, and you don't realize you've been inhaling deeply until the figure of a tall man in a black suit steps in front of you, making you jump in the spot.

He laughs quietly, his voice like soft honey. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Welcome to Kim Seokjin's flower shop, is there anything I can do for you?"

You blink at him, stunned for a moment as your eyes process the charming features of the man that is waiting for an answer. Trying to organize your suddenly dumbfounded thoughts, you give him a polite smile as you start looking around the clean but colorful shop, the samples of flowers placed carefully and allowing a perfect harmony of colors that you never imagined could work out with so many diverse tones and types of plants.

"Ah- yes. I would like an arrangement of flowers. Um, I'm not too sure what I'm looking for exactly but-"

"Oh, an arrangement! Let me show you our catalogue, come with me." his eyes have completely lightened up, his smile wide as he ushers you towards a desk where various catalogues are lying around. He lifts a small one, going through the pages overwhelmingly fast as he starts explaining each one with excited gestures. It's almost cute, the way he speaks passionately about each type of set, but your head is swimming and you have to lift your hand to stop him.