Bouquets & Blood

Press Your Number - Taemin

7th Chapter: Press Your Number - Taemin

Regular POV:
As I slowly woke up, I noticed the pain I was feeling in my back and I groaned.
"Did I really fall asleep on the floor?" I mumbled to myself as I pulled myself onto my feet while grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter.
I winced in pain and supported myself on the counter.
As I finally got the strength to fully stand on my own, I noticed my phone still laying on the ground, so I picked it up.
Junhongie: 21 missed calls
Jongup: 15 missed calls
Yonggukkie: 2 missed calls
With a sigh I rubbed my temples and dialled the number.
Waiting for an answer I made myself a coffee.
"Himchan~sshi, I can't come to work today, I'm sorry. I'll text Junmyeon~sshi for you if you want." I explained.
"Ah, it's okay, I'll call him myself. What's wrong, are you okay? Are you sick?" Himchan asked me, his voice full of honest worry.
"Ah, I just have really bad back pain right now because I fell asleep on the floor. Again, I'm sorry. I'll come tomorrow, though, I promise."
"It's okay, take your time. Text me when you feel better."
He hung up and I dialled the next number.
"Yes? Y/N~ah, are you okay?" hearing Yongguk's calming voice made me feel relaxed and released the tension from my body.
"Yes, I'm fine, I just called to tell you that I can't you meet you at the café today." I nervously took a sip of my coffee.
"Okay, can I do anything for you? You sound distressed." His answer made me smile a bit.
"Uhm, I don't think so. Or, well, this may sound weird, but you could, like, visit me maybe and bring me some snacks? I would also enjoy talking to you, since I can't currently talk to my other friends." A weird feeling rose up in my stomach and I swallowed nervously.
"Oh, okay. I'll be there in 20 minutes then."
"Thank you, Yonggukkie." I smiled and he hung up with a cute laugh.
Then my eyes widened in surprise as I noticed that I had called him a cute nickname.
"Oh my god, you can't fall in love at a time like this, y/n! Wait, you know what? Fuck it, your crush was being an ass anyways, so! Go for it!" I told myself and finished my coffee.
"You got 20 minutes to make yourself look cute while being in absolute fucking pain. Let's do this!" I said to myself again and rushed into the bathroom to shower.

As soon as the doorbell rang, I swung the door open and smiled.
Yongguk stood in front of me, wearing a grey hoodie, which hung loose on his body, revealing a bit of a tattoo on his chest, black pants and red sneakers. His hair was as curly and fluffy as ever and he flashed me his cute little gummy smile.
"Hi." He grinned and I blinked profusely to get my ass back down on earth.
"Hi." I smiled back and gestured for him to come in.
He put the bag he was carrying on the counter and looked around.
"So." I said, completely at a loss for words.
He looked stunning.
"So. You look tired, dear, did you not sleep?" he said and came closer to me to inspect my face.
"Uh, I did sleep, but not properly. I fell asleep on the floor, after I..."
After I screamed at my friend and had a breakdown and cried over my crush.
"After what? What happened? Are you okay?" Yongguk said, clearly worried, and cupped my face in his gentle hands.
I wanted to kiss him right then and there.
"I...After I had a breakdown because of my friends." I mumbled and looked down at the floor.
"Hey, please look at me. Let's sit down on the couch, then you look at me and then you tell me what happened. Okay?" I looked back up at him and saw how he furrowed his brows and licked his lips. Then I nodded and we walked over to my couch where we sat down.
Meaning, he sat down, I wanted to sit next to him, but he pulled me onto his lap.
Then I poured my heart out and started crying into his hoodie. He rubbed my back and hugged me, pulling me close to his chest.
As I held my head close to his chest, still sobbing quietly, I could hear his heartbeat and smiled. It was so calming to be close to him, I never wanted to be anywhere else.
Then my phone rang.
It was laying on the table in front of the couch and I reached for it.
"It's Junhong." I sniffled and gave Yongguk a questioning glance.
"Do you want to talk to him?" he asked and stuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Kind of. Should I?" I asked again, still unsure of what to do.
"If you want to, then do it." He smiled warmly and I smiled back.
With a deep breath I accepted the call and held my phone to my ear.
"Junhong." I said quietly.
"Y/N. I'm sorry. About everything. We should meet up and talk. Not like the last time. Let's go somewhere nice, okay? I will treat you well. Please." His voice sounded broken and I held back my tears.
"Junhong, if you want to tell me something, then please do it now. " I demanded, nervously looking at Yongguk who was still smiling at me.
"Listen, I've thought about this for so long, and I didn't want to tell you like this, but here we are. I, uhm, I just want to tell you that I love you, I have loved you ever since we became close friends. That day at the arcade was when I noticed that I love you and I want to be with you forever. Please, I'm sorry, forgive me for being an asshole to you. I wasn't thinking, I was just so frustrated because I didn't know what to do with these feelings and these fucking flowers, please, I'm sorry." At the end of his speech he started crying and I could hear his quiet sobs.
I looked at Yongguk again and the smile on his face was still there, a little weaker this time.
"Junhong, I... I don't know what to say. I...I will think about this, okay? I don't know if I...I don't know. Bye." I hung up without waiting for an answer, finding myself staring at my lockscreen again.
"What did he say?" Yongguk asked, his voice sounding as broken as Junhong's had earlier.
"I don't want to talk about it." I said quietly and went through my phone gallery with a sad smile.
Yongguk seemed to have noticed that and pulled me close to him again.
"We could go out together, on a walk. Maybe that will help you clear your mind." He suggested and stroked my hair.
"Thank you, Yongguk." I mumbled and smiled into his hoodie.

Junhong's POV:
There I was, standing outside of our apartment building, with a bouquet of flowers in my hands, wanting to confess to the love of my life, but being rejected before I even got the chance to see her.
I felt the tension rise up again and rubbed my neck, trying to suppress the urge to throw up those stupid fucking flowers that I was holding in my hand, stuck together for a fucking bouquet.
With tears forming in my eyes I started walking around aimlessly, looking at the bouquet of Tulips and throwing it on the ground in a wave of anger, violently stepping on them. Holding my arm up to my mouth I rushed over to the wall of the building and started coughing, looking at the tulip petals falling to the ground. As I was violently throwing up more and more flowers, I heard the door of the building open and pressed myself against the wall, to not be seen by whoever was leaving. As I saw who it was, my breathing got heavier and the tears were streaming down my face. A mixture of anger, sadness and frustration was boiling inside of me, making me throw up more flowers and sinking to the ground, sobbing in pain.
It was my love, y/n, and the boss, Bang Yongguk, walking hand in hand, smiling like a couple.