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''Hey, you scoundrels!'' The old man screamed at the three boys who, as every day, were smoking beside his flower shop. And, as usual, they didn't budge.

''Seokjin, come here,'' The man called his son.

Seokjin sighed. It's the three bastards. Again. He closed the book he was reading and put it on his bed. Looking through the small window, he saw the delinquents laughing while puffing smoke through their lips. He sighed again and went to the ladder, exiting his attic room then hurrying down the stairs to the shop.

''Seokjin, go take care of them, son.''

Seokjin always thought his father was a coward for making him take care of delinquents. You see, Seokjin was nothing but a solitary guy, who loved reading and music. His dramaless life really suited and pleased him. He could still remember the first time he was asked to send the guys away, he was kind of afraid. However, when he confronted them, he found out they were just a bunch of high schoolers who just liked to annoy people.

That day, though,of all days, he was especially angry. He really liked the book he was reading and being interrupted in the best part put him in a particularly bad mood.

''Hey, you idiots! I swear to god, I can't stand your asses anymore,'' he shouts while walking vividly toward the one he thought was the leader. The three boys looked so surprised that Seokjin nearly burst out laughing at their faces. Seeing their cigarettes fall down from their open mouths was quite a sight. However, his anger didn't subside.

He pinched the leader's ear and talked with a low voice: ''Listen to me, you scumbags. This is the last time I warn you. You're going to get the ef out of here or I'll bury your asses ten feet under the ground.''

The two other guys looked at each other and both let out a ''sorry Namjoon'' before running away like a bunch of Forrest Gumps.

''Damn assholes,'' the said Namjoon murmured and glared at the older man, trying to scare him. Little did he know that Seokjin was the best at this game: he could stay the longest time without blinking.

''Namjoon, right?'' Seokjin asked when the other finally lowered his gaze. ''Do you realize it is 8 pm? What is a student like you doing, beside a shop, getting in trouble? Do you want to die young, huh? Don't you have any desire to live?''

The boy looked up at the older before quickly glancing away. ''Whatever,'' he said.

''Come with me, I'm taking you home.'' Seokjin's firm voice didn't let Namjoon any choice. So they both started to walk together, in a silence that was less awkward than expected, the younger leading the way.

'You live,'' Seokjin pointed the old building that looked abandoned, ''...here?''

''Yes. Problem?''

''Jesus, no need to be so defensive.'' Seokjin knew he was being an ass but hey. Namjoon pointed toward the first-floor door and they walked to it. Inside, a big hurly-burly could be heard: things getting broken and man's screams.

''Who's in there?'' Seokjin already knew the answer, but he still asked.

''My father.''

''Anybody else?'' Namjoon shook his head and Seokjin sighed in relief.

''Come,'' he took the younger's arm and dragged him toward the road. He had seen, on the way, a cute diner. A bell jingled when they entered.

''Sit.''

''Why are we here?''

Of the boy who smoked and made fun of others, there was nothing left. His innocent tone made Seokjin's heart melt a little.

''You can order whatever, it's on me,'' Seokjin said softly. The other frowned. ''Why? Are you pitying me?''

''I'm sorry I've mistreated you earlier, that's all.'' Namjoon knew that wasn't all, but he didn't care anymore. The man seemed like a really good person, and he needed that in his life. Plus, he was handsome as ef.

''My name is Kim Seokjin, by the way. But you can call me Jin,'' he says. His head rested on his hand while watching Namjoon slurping his noodles. The later, with his mouth full, show him a full smile and his dimples definitely made Seokjin's heart melt a lot.

''Namjoon, do you like smoking?'' The youngster's head snapped as he looked up from his bowl. His eyes were wide and he stood silent for a while, contemplating the idea of lying. But, for some reason, he went against it.

''I hate it.''

''Then why do you smoke?'' Seokjin's voice was calm, soothing, and Namjoon felt protected.

''I have this kind of disease... I don't know if it really one. At random times, I... I would smell alcohol and beer, and it would fill my lungs. I would feel really suffocated and I figured out the only way to fight it would be with...'' Namjoon struggled to find his words.

''An even stronger smell,'' Seokjin finished.

''Yes,'' he murmured.

It's silent for a while, Namjoon going back to his noodles and Seokjin lost in his thoughts.

''I'm sorry for judging you so fast,'' Seokjin talked slowly, weighing his words. ''And to make it up to you, I have a proposition.''

''A proposition?''

''Yes.'' He took a deep breath. ''How about you come work at the flower shop for a while? You could come whenever after school and I will teach you everything about it. You would be able to stay in the guest room if you want, and forget about the rent, you'd have a lower salary. You're interested?''

''It's so interesting it sounds like a scam,'' Namjoon cautiously answered.

''There is a condition, though.''

''Condition?''

''Yes, you'd need to stop smoking.''

Namjoon's expression was hard to decipher. ''But I told you I-''

''We'll use the flowers for that.'' Seokjin smiled warmly. ''We'll use flowers so every time you smell some kind of nastiness, lilies, lotuses and roses would be your way out. Every time you'll feel down, the doors of our flower shop will be open for you. All you'll have to do would be walking through them and you'll be welcomed by the most overwhelming scents.'' He took a pause and extended his hand to reach Namjoon's forearm. ''Don't worry, we will take it slow, and I'll be here for you.''

And all Namjoon could do was nodding at the sweet smile Jin was giving him. It was worth giving it a shot. His heart was telling him to give it a shot.

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And then they got married.

Just kidding

Or not