The King and I (Asgore X male reader)

Employment

   The weather is nice outside so you decide to go for a walk early in the morning. As you get out of bed, you see your alarm blinking the number 6:34. Getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a deep blue long sleeve shirt, of which you roll the sleeves up to your elbows, you quietly walk down the hall of the apartment. You notice the flower you bought your mom the preceding day. It shines in the sunlight from the window. You're mom had liked the gift and it made you happy.
   You pick up your black news boy cap from your chair where you set it a few days back and scribble a quick note with a pencil on a sticky note. The message says:

Going for a walk, mom.
  - (Y/N)

   You turn the lock on the doorknob before closing it once out in the hall. Passing the security door and walking down the steps leads you to the outside door. Opening it, the nice, cool, refreshing morning air greets your lungs. You take a deep breath and step out the door.
   You decide to go around the block and stay at the library park for a while. One of the library owners loves to plant chrysanthemums in the little garden patch near the pavilion. You continue walking down the sidewalk and admire the clear blue sky. Birds are chirping. Flowers are blooming. Days like these make you feel...alive. seeing and hearing all the relaxing and beautiful sounds of nature make you feel at peace.
   Soon you come to an intersection and cross the road to continue along it to the library. The building itself doesn't open on Saturdays at all,   as it is a Saturday, but the park is open everyday until dusk. Just as you come to the iron fence bordering the park, you look to see if the flowers have opened up yet. You stop abruptly as you are surprised to see Asgore standing near the flowers and taking pictures with a camera. He gets several different angles and ranges, obviously looking for the best shot. You stand roughly about a hundred feet away from him. You want to go say "hi", but a part of you also just wants to stay and watch him.
   'No,' you think to yourself, 'That would just be weird. Besides, what if he sees me just starting at him?'
   You muster up the courage to greet Asgore face to face. Taking short steps, you come to about thirty feet from the goat man who is still busy with his photography.
   "Hey, Asgore," you say as he looks over his shoulder, "I was going for a walk and saw you taking pictures. Hope I didn't scare you."
   Asgore smiles politely. "Not at all. I was taking a walk my self when I noticed these flowers that I've never seen before. I don't suppose you know the name?"
   You get excited that you can tell him something to look smart. "Chrisanthemums," you reply, "or at least I think so. The old librarian lady plants them around the same time every year, but I have no idea how they ever grow in this weather."
   Asgore looks back at the flowers and smiles before saying, "All flowers have their qwerks. You seemed to answer quickly. Do you know much about flowers?"
   "Quite a bit, actually," you respond, "My mom is always talking about flowers and pretty much made me learn everything there is to know about them. Honestly, it's pretty interesting."
   Asgore seems to be pondering something as you talk. After a few moments, he asks, "So, would you be at all interested in helping out with the flower shop sometimes? I do love my work, but it gets very packed at times and an extra helping hand would be greatly appreciated."
   Your expression goes blank for a second. Did you hear him correctly? Work? At his shop? You start to get excited again.
   "Uh, yeah! Sure!" You stutter a little and Asgore chuckles at this.
   "Thank you, (Y/N). I gladly accept the help. Now I will, of course, have to lay out some ground rules. So if you want, I can show you how things work now and you can start tomorrow."
   You are unable to force words through your mouth so you just nod instead. Asgore smiles and gestures for you to follow.
   "Come, I'll get you familiar with the work."