ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ😒 (MarkYong) [SLOW UPDATES]

一: Narcissus

Mark had always enjoyed being around flowers, even despite the fact that he was alergic to at least ten different kinds of lilies alone. But regardless of the fact he had to pop a benadryl pill before work everyday, he still wanted to be a florist.

He'd been obsessed with flowers for as long as he could remember, the first name and meaning of a flower that he had learned was sweet alyssum: Worth Beyond Beauty. He often gave that to friends and family, always seeing the best in people.

The first un-happy meaning he had learned was for Wild Belvidere, which roughly meant I declare against you. He'd yet to use the flower, though he kept a small little bunch of it dried and hanging above his windowsill in his room.

As of today, he was starting work for a good friend, and one of the best florists he'd ever known. Huang Renjun, an old friend from high school who had already graduated from college via online classes.

Mark would be a liar if he said he wasn't jealous of Renjun, even in the slightest. He always had admired the younger for his ambition, especially when it came to his lifelong dream, which was to become an artist. Needless to say, Renjun was quite whimsical in his life choices.

"Hey, Mark," Renjun said, popping his head out the greenhouse door. "Mind waching the shop while I pick up lunch?" He put his full faith into Mark, and the elder knew that, and he also knew that even if he managed to burn the shop to the ground, Renjun would always trust him.

"Sure." Mark's answers were always short for whatever reason, he never talked in long sentences, and the younger male was used to it by now, simply nodding in turn before throwing off his little smock that kept dirt off his clothes.

"I'll bring something back for you!" He shouted, rushing out the shops front door as he made his way to the deli, leaving Mark to tend to the flowers while he was gone.

Mark stood from his spot on the ground where he'd been tending to the flowers, pulling the dead buds off the flowers to make sure the rest of the plant could thrive.

He made his way into the front of the shop, tending to the flowers in vases as people walked in and browsed around a little bit. Eventually they left, only one person bothering to buy anything. A single red rose, go figure.

He never understood why people chose red roses when there were so many other ways to explain that you loved someone. An example would have been Jonquill, which meant I desire a return of affection, which he liked better than a plain admission of love. There was something more romantic about it that Mark didn't even understand himself.

He jumped a little as a loud crash was heard from outside. Checking through the shops large display windows, he found that the noise had come from across the street were it looked liked the empty space had been bought finally.

A boy maybe a little older than Mark was ushering everything inside, and from the looks of it, it was going to a very vintage style wood shop. Mark only knew it because his brother had insisted on taking that retarded wood working class back when he was in high school, often bringing his creations home to display around the house.

Yeah, Mark did love the smell of freshly cut pine wood and he liked the feeling of freshly lacquered wood underneath the tips of his fingers, but just like with flowers, they made him have allergic reactions which were actually much worse than the flowers. One time, his brothers wooden clock had sent him to the hospital, his worst ever allergic reaction to date, all just because it had been made out of birchwood.

And regardless of how nice the man probably was, and how nice his creations were, or how nice they felt when covered in a thick layer of lacquer, he already didn't like the shop, or the man.

He hated wood and anything or anyone associated with it. End of story.

Or, in this case, the beginning.

[A/N]
Your hoe is back!
I decided to write another MarkYong book as you guys seemed to really like the first one,
And I've read every other one that I found to be interesting.
So, I decided it was time to write another one, and I decided to an actual story instead of another text style book.
So, I'm hoping this will meet your standards, and I also hope you guys can be patient as updating has become hectic from all my other books.
Love, Siha,☀☀☀