omona-mark (AFF)
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Kim Hwiyoung usually has very peaceful days working as a florist. Mainly because people don't really chance upon the small little flower shop on 9th street, and he was perfectly fine with that. Sure, he likes the flowers and all, but talking to all the people was more of Inseong's thing, maybe even Jaeyoon. Unfortunately, the latter two were away for some "business matters" (read: date trip to Jeju, as if Hwiyoung doesn't know) leaving the youngest member of their flower shop team alone. It was already his second day manning the shop when the bell chime by the door sounded.
Hwiyoung looked up from fixing his basket of peonies, ready to greet the customer, but the words fall short on his lips.
He would like to say that he doesn't get affected that easily and that it just happened to be a moment of weakness, but he knows that would just be one big lie. The boy who entered the shop had blond hair, like himself, with a bright smile plastered on his face. If he were a flower, Hwiyoung caught himself thinking, he would probably be a sunflower. Big, bright, and yellow. Definitely something to do with the sun. Anything to do with the sun, really.
"Hello!" the customer greeted first, much to Hwiyoung's embarrassment as he continued to be distracted by the boy's pearly white teeth— who gets distracted by teeth, honestly? "Is this Inseong's store?"
Hwiyoung shook himself back to reality and nods, tongue-tied and cursing himself because of it, "it is. He's not here though."
"Oh, that's fine, just tell him Taeyang dropped by then. I'm looking for a nice bouquet of flowers."
Taeyang. It's like his family knew he was meant to shine brighter than anything Hwiyoung has ever laid his eyes upon.
"Uhm, any flowers in particular?"
"I don't really know much about flowers, so I'll let you decide."
"What's the occasion?"
"First date."
The smile on his face was still blinding as Hwiyoung forced himself to look away and head towards the back of the store. A date. Of course. With a face like that, Taeyang probably doesn't have a trouble at all with dates. Probably has a whole line of people falling at his feet. Good for him. Good for his date, too. Lucky lucky lucky. Him, or the date? Hwiyoung doesn't know, his thoughts a bit too pre-occupied by the customer to really focus on fixing a bouquet up.
In the end, Hwiyoung settles for a bouquet of soft pink roses and white peonies, deeming it pretty enough for a first date. Girls usually liked soft pastel colours anyway, right? Actually... was Taeyang's date even a girl?
"Ah," Hwiyoung muttered to himself, "I'm getting ahead of myself."
Plastering a polite smile on his face, Hwiyoung turned and walked back to the store counter.
"Would this be alright?"
"Looks perfect!" Cue another bright, bright smile. "How much?"
Hwiyoung named a price, keeping his eyes anywhere but on the face in front of him. A quick transaction later, and Taeyang soon had his back turned to Hwiyoung. The latter watched as Taeyang headed out the door, thinking that Taeyang had managed to take his heart with him as he exited— which was a terribly sappy thing to think about, he should really stop with the romance dramas— when Taeyang stopped and turned around.
"I didn't get your name," he said.
"Hwiyoung. It's Hwiyoung," came the soft and shocked reply.
"Alright," Taeyang smiled brighter and Hwiyoung swore his heart did not skip a beat because Taeyang was a customer who had a date, for crying out loud. "See you then, Hwiyoung!"
