BLOOM. | rosé x fem!reader

ROSES.

Lillies.

That had been my most recent order. It was probably one of the more common ones I got- it was, sadly, a favourite for funerals- and often the flowers were ordered in half dozens. If not half dozens, then usually in whatever large amount the buyer so desired (or however much they could afford).

Buying flowers wasn't cheap, especially in mass amounts, and I hated charging so much but I had to make a living: Seoul was one of the more expensive parts of South Korea, after all. It wasn't surprising to me when the requester of the lillies had been shocked, maybe even outraged, by the price- but it wasn't really my decision to make.

I'd inherited the flower shop from my great-great grandmother Sakura Hirano (it seems she'd wanted to pick the profession that her mother had practically assigned to her at birth), and since then I hadn't changed nearly a single thing about the business. The name was still the same cheesy one her grandmother had assigned it all those decades ago, and the shop itself had barely been altered. Of course I upkept it- if I hadn't then the store front probably would've crumbled and flattened an innocent bypasser years ago, and I definitely did not want to be a criminal- but the design was still the traditional Japanese theme that Sakura herself had christened it with upon first opening. The same went for the prices.

As soon as the man had calmed down and agreed to the price, I had set the phone down and got to work on making sure the lillies were all healthy and that they looked the best they possibly could. The man had ordered a hundred flowers- it was an unusually large amount, sure, but who was I to argue with the customer?- and I prided myself on having some of the best flowers in Seoul: not that there was much competition in this area. People here were more businessmen and women than anything, bustling past the shop without a single glance at it; I doubt they'd even notice if it disappeared one day.

That was probably the reason most of my orders were either international or from other areas of South Korea, further from the capital where everything was money and politics; there was no room for love or family in such a ruthless place as Seoul's business district. I shook my head and carried on with prepping the flowers until the phone rang once more, the shrill tone breaking the once silent, harmonious state of her flower shop, "Hello, this is (Y/N) from Sakura Falls flower shop, what can I do for you today?"

As the man began to talk about the kinds of flowers he wanted ("I'm not an expert; whatever would be good for a wedding,"), I grabbed a notepad that I had tossed to the side after the earlier call and scribbled down the word 'WEDDING' in bold letters, "It depends on the theme and colours of the wedding, in all honesty, Sir." I commented, knowing the man probably wouldn't be giving me any help with the flowers past the occasion and, potentially, colours.

"It's just a traditional wedding. The theme is white." I wanted to roll my eyes at his tone, the words dripping with bitterness- as if it was the most obvious theme in the world. He was wrong, it wasn't obvious, it was overdone... in my opinion. I always thought weddings should have a certain flair of originality to them, have a special theme based around the couple's time together or their interests. Personally, I would love a wedding surrounded by nature and, of course, flowers. The more colourful, the better. But that was just me.

I hummed into the phone and thought for a moment, tapping my pen anxiously on the worktop where till was seated, "Well, some colours that go well with white are black, red and blue. It all depends on the preferences of both you and your fiancée. Do either of you have a favourite colour?"

"Let's go with red." The man answered firmly, sure of his choice, "Roses would be perfect for her." I made sure to take note of the suggestion of roses, yet I also noted down other flowers I thought could be good to supply. One of my own favourites are Marigolds, but everyone has preferences.

"And how many are you looking to order?" This was usually the part leading up to where the potential purchaser hung up, but not before cursing my name and screaming into the phone, "We usually sell roses by the dozen, as per romantic tradition."

I heard the man audibly grunt over the line before he let out a deep breath, staying silent for a moment, "Sixty? Seventy? I'm not sure, to be honest. My fiancée has been handling most of the wedding stuff- I'm not exactly an expert and-"

"It's ok, Mr..." 

"Bae." His voice was shaky and part of me felt sorry for him. Wedding planning was alot of pressure, and suddenly the annoyance I held to him at the start was gone and all that was left was understanding and a need to reassure him.

"How about you come down to the shop?- Then I can show you exactly what the flowers will look like and tell you more about the pricing, and maybe I could even offer you a discount." I looked to the sky-blue painted walls and flipped through the calendar, checking for my next free date.  Thursday the fifteenth of August, 2019- I was babysitting my sister's kids. Friday the sixteenth- I had a session, "It looks like the seventeenth is free for me, Mr Bae."

"Have you not got any other dates free? I'm flying out to England on Friday and won't be back for a week."

"One sec." I placed the phone between the crook of my neck and bent my head down to stop it from slipping, taking the calendar in my hands and looking for the next free date, "Sorry but that's the only free day I have in the next two months."

"Would it be alright if I could send my fiancée down? She's in South Korea for business right now and it would save a lot of time and money."

"Sure. Just give me her name so I know that it's her when she arrives and that'll be good." Grabbing my notebook once again, I took the lid of the pen off with my teeth and waited for the man's response, the only sounds in the shop being the slight ringing of the old, cheap phone I have and the smooth fan as it sliced the air in circles.

"Park Chaeyoung."