↳ hwang hyunjin (stray kids) × reader one shot
After coming home from work, the last thing she expected to see was Hwang Hyunjin wearing an apron in her father's flower shop.
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Nothing would have been more comforting than the scorching sun of July if (Y/N) wasn't stuck in an arcade filled with sweaty teenagers. Working here wasn't exactly what she would call a great experience. Money was her first motive, as it is for an awful lot of people.
Her manager approached her, her blue cap neatly tucked on her head. "(Y/N), you can go home, now. We're gonna close down soon, and you already worked hard yesterday."
"Thank you boss!" (Y/N) rushed to the changing room to get rid of her hideous work clothes. Those beige shorts were just horrid, let alone the t-shirt with the arcade's logo. She was much more comfortable in her own, casual clothes.
Finally free from what she considered to be hell, or something close to that, she wandered around the streets while humming the newest pop song she had heard on the radio at the arcade. Thankfully her workplace wasn't too far from her house, and it only took her a few minutes to arrive in front of the mixed-use building. Her apartment was just above a flower shop, which was owned by none other than her father. Why didn't she work there instead of in an arcade she hated? Simple, she was allergic to flowers. Ironic, for the daughter of a florist.
Ready to greet her father and any client, she entered the shop. But he was nowhere to be seen, and there were no clients. Only a boy she had never seen behind the counter. Puzzled, she took a closer look, and recognized him. Hwang Hyunjin. A classmate of hers she had had some conversations with, but whom she was strangely intimidated by. Here he was, wearing the usual mauve apron of her dad's flower shop, arranging bouquets while listening to music. Caught up in her intense staring, she forgot to look at where her feet were going, stumbling on a box and letting out a loud "ouch".
Of course, he looked up, and noticed her. His eyebrows scrunched, he squinted and stared back at her. Had he recognized her? It sure seemed like it wasn't the type of service he was supposed to offer to a customer. Definitely, he recognized her. Hyunjin suddenly let go of his flowers and walked to her with a forced smile.
"Hello miss, how may I help you? Are you looking for flowers for a special occasion?" His voice was a bit shaky, but it sounded just like when she heard him talking in her class: deep, slightly raspy and with a very discreet lisp she had always noticed.
So he was working here. How surprising. Her dad hadn't even told her, she had been taken off guard. At least now, she knew Hyunjin had no idea she was the daughter of his boss. "No, I'm not. Uh, I—"
She was delighted when she saw her father walk through the door, hoping he would save her from this utterly embarrassing situation. He had a few bags in his hands, probably full of decorations for the flower shop. Her dad was the type to get bored of everything incredibly quickly, and his constantly changing shop was a proof of it.
"Oh, (Y/N), you're home!" he exclaimed as he dropped his bags on the floor. Right after he said that, (Y/N) swore she saw Hyunjin's jaw drop to the ground and his eyes widen. Now he knew. "I see you met Hyunjin already. I've had a lot of work, and since you can't help me, I decided to get a part-timer. You two must be from the same high school."
