[☁️] ❝ love me right . ❞
[🕊] a cute flower shop owner meets an "intimidating" tattoo parlour worker, their fates and destinies intertwine, how will their relationship turn out?
[💭] LOWERCASE INTENDED
waking up from a pleasant afternoon nap, he felt giddy, as if he were a child getting candy or toys from their mother, the lingering feelings of his night adventure with tae filled him up with such joy. he had never experienced such pure euphoria in his entire life.
rolling to the side, yoongi checked what time it was, he was greeted with the lovely picture of tae on his lockscreen, smiling brightly. feeling his cheeks burn up for the millionth time, yoongi held his warm phone close, almost feeling tae's heartbeat match his calm one.
finally getting out of his cozy bed, he slowly staggered over to the kitchen, usually, hoseok and his sisters were there just hanging out but today hoseok had a date while his sister's were busy with some important modelling gig today. so he had the entire house all to himself.
it was obvious who he was going to invite.
"pizza delivery for min yoongi?" the pizza man asked, holding s brown box which leaked with the scent of greasy cheesy goodness.
"yup! thank you." yoongi smiled sweetly as he swiped his card then waves goodbye as he closed the door.
taking the hot pizza box into his cold hands, yoongi carefully walked over to the couch. finally arriving, yoongi let out a small sigh of relief. a day to himself, all to himself. when was the last time he had a day to himself? whenever it was, it didn't matter as he was on cloud nine at the moment.
sure, a day with tae might've been equally fun but tae had some personal business to deal with, it sucked but this wasn't so bad. just kind of pathetic.
before he could do anything else a notification popped up on his phone. it was from.. gmail? how odd, he never got gmails at all, checking who it was from, yoongi almost fell off of the couch.
jungminkim@gmail.com
shit.
yoongi vaguely remember making the fake yoonji account almost right after tae dropped him off but he was both a little tipsy and half asleep at that time so he had completely forgotten all about it. slapping himself in the face, yoongi groaned as he grudgingly opened up the email which read:
"dear yoonji,
hope you don't mind on such short notice but would you maybe be able to meet me tomorrow at 3:35 p.m. at xxx café? hope to see you there!
