KPop Imagines/Scenarios/One Shots (Requests Open)

Vernon (Seventeen)

I took my spray bottle and squeezed the handle, sending a sprinkle of water over the petals of the bouquet in front of me. I didn't even notice the gentleman walk into my shop until he slapped a twenty dollar bill down on the counter and said, "how do I passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower?"

"I-I'm sorry what?" I stuttered, setting down my bottle and shuffling closer to the counter.

"Listen, I don't have much time. I need flowers that somehow say 'fuck you' and I need them in less than twenty minutes if I want to put them on her doorstep before she gets home," he snapped back, pushing the money closer to me.

"Yeah alright. I can do that." I started getting the necessary items for a bouquet. The gentleman stood and watched as I made the bouquet, tapping his foot impatiently. He looked at his watch every few seconds and sighed after every look.

"Mind if I ask who you're saying 'fuck you' to?" I asked, trying to make conversation. The silence was a little suffocating, especially with his agitated facade.

"My ex-girlfriend. I caught her cheating a while back, and she decided two days ago to 'accidentally' send me a video of her and her new guy... Uh... Having sexual relations."

"Wow what a bitch," I said without thinking, soon after slapping me hand over my mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to curse."

The man chuckled at my choice of words and I noted that he had a really nice smile.

"What's your name?" he questioned, moving the conversation along. He was warming up, his earlier angry tone melting into a softer one.

"Kinzie. You?"

"Vernon."

There was a silence as I put the finishing touches on the bouquet. When it was ready, I lifted it and set it in front of Vernon.

"Alright these orange ones are geraniums, which stand for stupidity. The purple are foxglove, which mean insincerity. These meadowsweet right here are for uselessness. Yellow carnations for disappointment and the orange lilies for hatred."

"Wow, that's actually really clever. Have you done this before?" he asked as he looked over the seemingly beautiful flora. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"No, but I think about doing it a lot. There are a lot of people I would like to give a giant 'fuck you' to. I've just never had the courage to do it."

"Well, it looks great. Mind if I add a card with it?" he reached for the stack of cards that I kept neatly on the counter and a pen from the cup next to it. I nodded and he started filling it out, scribbling something on the paper and attaching it to the plastic wrapper on the bouquet.

"I really appreciate you doing this, but I have to go put it on a certain doorstep. Is that twenty enough?"

"Yeah. Do you want change?"

"No it's fine. Thanks again." He took the bouquet and waved at me, hurrying out the door. The bell dinged and then I was alone again.

"Well that was interesting," I said, picking my spray bottle back up and continuing to water my flowers.
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All I had left to do was sweep the floor before I closed, when the bell on the door dinged.

"Sorry, we're clo-" I started to say, but stopped when I saw Vernon walk in, a huge grin on his face.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"She understood the fuck your factor and consequently told me to fuck myself. So I'd say it went pretty well."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I nodded and went back to sweeping the floor.

"Listen, I didn't know how else to thank you, so I just got you this," he said sheepishly. I looked up just in time to see him pull out a potted Azalea plant. It was a beautiful red color. "It stands for gratitude."

"Oh my goodness, it's beautiful," I boasted, taking it from him and gently caressing it. I ran my fingers along the stem and then the petals, admiring its beauty.

"You didn't have to get me this. It's my job to make bouquets, and I do own a flower shop, so I'm good on flowers." I came off sounding a little rude, but I didn't mean to. I just didn't want him to feel like he had to get me the Azaleas because I helped him out.

"I know, but it wasn't exactly your normal flower request. Besides, I always give flowers to a girl before I ask her out on a date."

It took me a moment to realize what he had said, but when I did I looked at him with wide eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I'm asking you out on a date. Besides being the person who kicks ass at bouquet arranging, I think you're incredibly beautiful," he replied casually. He flashed me a bright smile, hope present in his features.

"Yeah, alright," I said hesitantly, not sure of exactly what I was agreeing to. I looked at the Azaleas one last time and decided that it wouldn't hurt to go out with him.

"Alright, cool. Does tomorrow at seven work?"

"I work tomorrow, but I get off at 8:30. Meet me here then?"

"Sounds perfect." He made his way towards the door. Before he opened it her turned back and said, "should I bring flowers, or can we skip that part?"

We both started to laugh and he gave me a small wave, turning around and leaving the shop. I discretely bent down and took a whiff of the flower before I went back to sweeping, a huge smile on my face.