BLOOM. | rosé x fem!reader

READY.

For as long as I can remember I've been a meticulous person. I was obsessed with the details, no matter how small or insignificant they appeared to be, and I never did anything on a whim. Since the conversation with Mr Bae I'd been planning ahead for his soon-to-be wife's visit, making sure my shop looked the best it could.

It didn't matter that she wasn't due to come for another couple days, I had already made the shop look it best. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like it was going to remain in that state for much longer- especially with Kim Jisoo around. I'd known her since the two of us were kids, and ever since we'd met we'd practically been joined at the hip.

Jisoo only usually came around on slow days (aka most days, unfortunately), but today she seemed more hyperactive than usual. She was nearly bouncing off her seat as she sat behind the front desk, her front leg jittering as she rambled on about some netflix show, "All I'm saying is I don't really like Piper."

I silently sighed in relief when she finished, having been too busy making sure everything around the shop was in place to really pay attention. Jisoo seemed to know this as she quietened down after the rant, instead focusing on the now lukewarm cup of coffee that I'd made for her when she had decided to 'pop in'.

"Sorry." I apologised, throwing the rag that I had been using to wipe the surfaces down onto the countertop, "I'm just nervous about this sale and want everything to be in place." I was worrying about nothing, obviously: Chaeyoung would like me... probably, I'd make a sale after hassling about the price for a while, and the two of us would never interact again.

It wasn't like we were going on a date.

Jisoo nodded and swirled the spoon inside her cup, no longer having any interest in the liquid inside, but rather her entire attention on the slightly chipped handle, "It's okay: this always happens when you have a client booked." She was the best friend I could ask for.

"Thanks for understanding." 

There was a brief silence which consisted of me examining Jisoo as Jisoo examined the mug like it was a piece of art. That was until the bell rung and a customer walked in. It was one of my regulars: Park Sooyoung. Every Friday, without fail, the girl would walk through my door at three PM and ask for a single tulip. For what? I never really asked.

But everything had a reason: some were just deeper than others. When my eyes met Sooyoung's, she immediately smiled when she realised that I had been expecting her. A wordless exchange took place as she stood by the counter, not giving Jisoo so much as a second glance, and I handed her the tulip that was stained the same colour as the cherry-red lipstick mark on her cheek.

It was better not to ask, I suppose.

She handed over two notes, not even needing to be reminded of the price, and I quickly passed her the change. Sooyoung bowed, mumbling a thank you before leaving the shop as quick as she'd entered. Jisoo cast me a glance when the girl left, quirking an eyebrow at her peculiarity, "Who was that?"

"Just a regular."

"You got something going on?"

I almost choked on air, your eyes widening at Jisoo's ridiculous (to me, atleast) question. Sooyoung held a special place in my heart as one of your first ever customers and as the only loyal purchaser, but we were acquaintances after that: nothing more, nothing less, "Of course not. And I'm-"

"Yeah, you're straight." Jisoo scoffed and waved a hand nonchalantly, "I'll remember that next time you're making out with a girl at my office party."

I blushed furiously, remembering the exact moment in great detail. It had been at an office Christmas party three years ago, and I'd been a little too drunk to tell the difference between a man and a woman. Ever since Jisoo had caught me in a closet, mid lip-lock with none other than Sana Minatozaki- Jisoo's boss-, she'd never let me live it down.

"That was an accident." I defended pathetically (even though there was absolutely no way that you could accidentally kiss someone). Jisoo just nodded and took a sip of her coffee, grimacing when she remembered that it was cold by this point, "And I am straight."

"I'm not trying to tell you your sexuality, (Y/N), but how do you know you're not gay? From the looks of it, you were enjoying that kiss with Sana- who is a girl. Sexuality is a spectrum, is all I'm saying." She rose from the chair, taking a rose from the vase placed on my countertop and throwing down a few notes, "Anyway, I should be going."

I raised an eyebrow, not knowing Jisoo to ever leave on her own accord, "Somewhere to be?" I asked, not surprised when Jisoo didn't even seemed phased by (what others would have taken as) my offensive question.

"Hot date tonight." She rubbed her hands, grinning at the thought of finally getting back in the field.

"Good luck!" I waved as Jisoo gave me a wink and left the shop, the only reminder she was ever there being the still slightly jangling bell and the half-full cup of cold coffee. God, I thought, she could atleast clean up after herself.

And there I was once again... alone.