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flower garden, gustav klimt. 1906.
namjoon has never seen someone so genuinely excited to work at a flower shop.
this isn't to say he's never met someone as into botany as he is, but that's like the old people he talks to because he has no friends, and his professor who's probably like, his best bud besides hoseok, who has tons of other people booked into his schedule to talk to.
i mean, jesus, when he tells people that he actually believes in keeping his job as a florist for the rest of his life, they give him odd looks, like, are you kidding, kid? that isn't a real job.
and it's sad. because it is a real job. to him, its already a career.
but when a young college student his age in a yellow patagonia shirt and sweatpants rushes in, almost knocking the door right off its hinges and stumbling on up to the front desk, he thinks he's met a reincarnated witch that just found out practicing modern day witchcraft won't get her burned at the stake. and maybe thats what he is... he's eccentric enough to be.
"are you―i'm sorry―are you currently hiring? i mean, if you aren't, totally understandable, but um, i'd really like to work here, like, really," he says really fast, so fast that namjoon's brain takes a while to process it like an old microsoft dell laptop, "and you know, someone recommended me here, because i just moved, and it'd be really nice to just settle in with an actual fucking job because i hate depending on that guy and..."
namjoon can only offer an awkward smile at the others sudden outburst.
"i'm sorry, you didn't need to know all that. just... yeah, yeah, are you hiring?"
if namjoon could describe him as a flower, he'd call him an anemone. not the ones in the ocean, but those lavender (or white) wind flowers with the black ringlets in the middle. they give the feeling of fading hope, but also of anticipation.
its a good tactic. the chu's, owners of this place (he hates calling it anything other than home, but to be logical...), compared namjoon to asters.
"you're full of petals, and it makes you look intimidating at first, but you're patient with others, even if they don't deserve it."
and that's why they've practically passed their business down to him. he's always been their favorite, whether the other workers (who came and went) liked it or not.
"let me get a form." which he doubts he'll find. namjoon is patient with everything but organization. he throws all the important papers around, and then mrs. chu will come by and clean it up, and then he'll have no idea where it went.
please don't make me look like a fool, he prays, his back facing the jittering youngster.
he spends five minutes in utter clownery trying to figure out where those goddamn papers are. and he doesn't find them. (he'll complain to his elders later about them toying with his stuff...)
"i'm sorry, um, do you have a printer available at your residence?" to be honest, he hates how he has to speak to customers. he wishes he could just be his stupid nerdy self. "i'll email you a digital copy. for some reason, i can't find the... the actual ones."
"oh, uh, yeah, do you have...?" he makes a pen motion, scribbling on imaginary paper. namjoons face flushes and he quickly goes to fetch a sticky note and a pen.
god, he's being such an idiot today.
"i'll email it to you after my shift, and hopefully, you're liked enough for an interview," he gives an award winning smile, tearing the sticky note slowly off the table, because honestly, he gets off to sticky materials slowly being torn from hard surfaces. its like, god, the tension.
if it was up to him, shoe laces wouldn't exist. just listening to velcro strapped shoes all day? jesus. sweet baby paradise.
"yeah, thanks!" the other chirps, stands idly like an npc from a game, remembers hes supposed to leave, almost trips over his shoe laces, and runs out the doors without glancing back.
when namjoon looks back down to check out the others email, he can't help but laugh when the note reads:
please ignore my dumb email
jeon jeongguk
ilikegiraffesjk@naver.com
maybe jeongguk was more of a calla lily.
#HYUNGSHOOD
over the course of this book there will be multiple points of view. (no they won't do that thing where they switch mid chapter) (well unless it fits, but that'll be rare)
yes, the main ship is taegguk, but theres also other ships to the side as well as drama that i feel like needs to be seen in different perspectives.
also im trying to achieve something in the end so bear with it :')
