flower boy ✿ boo seungkwan

- why

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'i'm already bored.' you sigh, standing at the counter , your head resting on your left arm.

± today is your first day working at the flower shop, you've always wanted to work here, since you love flowers, and based on seeing all these dramas and books, you figured you'll have a better life and try to find love.

but all you found was boredom, lots of bees and flies flying around you, which you actually hate considering the fact that you hate everything about insects and flies.

'because it's seven am, don't worry, there will be customers later.' your co-worker said, patting your shoulders.

'i received a call by the way, i have an emergency, i've already talked to the manager that you'll be taking care of the place.' she explained.

'okay, take care.' you say, your eyes closing. 'yah! don't sleep.' she poked your forehead.

'yeah, whatever.' you mumbled, and she left.

± it has been one hour, and still no customers, you groaned, and rest your head on your left arm, again.

your eyes started closing, until you heard a voice.

'uhm, hello?'

you jumped in shock and opened your eyes, and you see a guy waving his hand infront of your face.

'oh! i'm sorry' you apologized, he just stood there and giggled.

you blushed in embarrassment, you took a quick look at the guy, he has a cute face, cute chubby cheeks, (aju) nice eyes, and a cute fuzzy hair.

'you're cute.' you whispered, but he seemed to hear what you said.

'you too.' he smiled at you, have i been blessed.

you blushed even harder, 'what is it that you want?' you said, you didn't mean to sound harsh.

'these flowers.' he said while holding bouquet of roses.

'okay.' you did your work, but you suddenly said something to him, which you regretted immediately.

'is it for your girlfriend? that's so sweet of you.' you smiled, he responded, 'oh, i don't have a girlfriend.'

'oh, i thought you did, i mean, y-you do look good.' you said, at this moment you wanted to slap yourself or get stung by a bee.

'i don't, but thank you, these are for my friend's girlfriend, he's too lazy to buy her flowers, i said i didn't want to since it's his job to do that, but he said he'll hit me with a guitar so,' he shrugged.

'well, he's a jerk.' you blunted. 'i know.' he replied.

± after that, both of you awkwardly stood there for one minute, you awkwardly coughed,

'so, are you gonna buy anything else?' you started yet another conversation.

'no, but can i get your number?' he smirked.

'i don't even know you.' you talked back, 'oh right.' he paused for a while, 'well, i'm boo seungkwan, i live with twelve annoying friends, i sing alot, i'm 19 years old, i'm a male, i'm a diva,-' he paused again to flip his hair dramatically, you just rolled your eyes, 'i'm very good quality, i really hate aegyos, and i want to get your number.' he said.

'well, i'm choi seuni, i'm 18 years old, i'm a female, i love lasagnas, i live alone, i work here to earn money,
i don't sing 'cause i'll burst your eardrums, i really hate aegyos too, and here is my number.' you handed him a piece of paper, 'wai- really?!' he asked, surprised at my actions, 'yes.'

'thank you!' he laughed and took the paper, sweet lord of jisoo(s).

'since you're younger than me, shouldn't you be calling me seungkwan-oppa?' he smirked, you rolled your eyes in respond.

'well, since you sing, can you sing for me?' you requested. 'sure.' he said and started singing.

— you say, you say
geudaewa naega hamkke
bureugon haetteon i norae
honjain bamimyeon i stay.

you were shook, words couldn't explain how amazing he sang, is this what heaven feels like oH mY gOd

'you sound so good!' you clapped, he smiled and you can slightly see his cheeks turning red.

'thanks.' he said in return.

'well, i got to go, it was nice talking to you.' he said, your smile dropped, you honestly didn't want him to leave.

'it was nice talking to you too, bye-bye!' you waved goodbye, and he waved back, and watched him walk to his house.

'was that real oh my goOdness i feel heaven- oh dear lord amen' you squealed.

± the whole day you had a smile plastered on your face, you couldn't stop thinking about him, you prayed that you'll see him tomorrow.

±

sorry it sucked yes.