BLOOM. | rosé x fem!reader

REGAL.

At the mere sound of Chaeyoung's name I felt my palms clam up and my face pale. Her aura was regal, as if she were a princess and I were a mere peasant, and for some reason my heart skipped a beat when she flashed a sheepish smile.

"I'm so sorry I'm late: turns out traffic in Seoul is much worse than I expected."

She spoke in English, her voice laced heavy with an Australian accent that caused my stomach to flutter and a faint smile to spread across my face. Shaking my head, I responded, "It's fine. I get that it can be difficult to navigate round here- especially for a foreigner."

Raising an eyebrow, Chaeyoung chuckled lightly, "Is it so painfully obvious?" 

"Well, your accent sort of gives it away, but also your fiancée implied it when we were on the phone."

That's right, (Y/N), I reminded myself, giving a small grin to try and stop Chaeyoung from sensing my inner turmoil, She has a fiancée, and she's straight: in fact, so are you. Don't go getting ideas about something that will never happen. Ever.

Chaeyoung nodded, satisfied with the answer, and allowed her eyes to flicker round the shop. I shuffled uncomfortably, as if she was examining me and not her surroundings. Suddenly I felt so self-conscious: was the shop organised neat enough? Was it too neat? Did she not like the flowers? No, (Y/N). That's silly: she's literally here for flowers.

I pushed down the feeling of anxiety and let out a shaky breath, trying to hide my nerves from the woman that was causing them. Unfortunately it didn't seem to work as Chaeyoung gave me a curious look, reaching her hand out and placing it gently on my shoulder.

It was only upon hearing the squeak of her outfit that I truly did notice what she was wearing. My jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Chaeyoung clad in a short black, leather dress (it seemed more of a trenchcoat than an outfit) that revealed pale skin completely unblemished. The coat dipped daringly low around her chest, and my mouth suddenly felt dry.

I looked down at my own outfit, finding the simple sundress pathetic compared to what Chaeyoung was wearing. Realising I had strayed from the question, I glanced back up to Chaeyoung, seeing her following my actions with her own eyes.

Busted.

Blushing, I nodded and turned away from Chaeyoung, the tension being too much for me to look at her for any longer without turning the colour of a rose, "I'm just gonna... show you what we have to offer."

"Okay."

There was no argument from Chaeyoung, who clearly also felt the awkwardness in the air, as I practically ran into the backroom to find the roses. I leaned against the glass wall, clutching my face and feeling the heat radiating from my cheeks scorch my hands, "God, (Y/N). What is wrong with you?"

I'd never felt like this about anyone. Especially not a woman that I'd only just met. There was a time that had come close, my first love back in high school, but highschool 'first loves' are never really first loves, in my case.

Exhaling, I practically saw the steam shoot out my mouth. I couldn't let this feeling get in the way of work. Brushing my dress off, I pushed off the wall and began my search for the selection of roses I had, recalling where I'd last seen them not even an hour ago.

I gently grasped two large bouquets of roses, coloured white and red respectively, and made my way back to the front room. When I did, I found Chaeyoung examining the flowers I had decorated my shop window with. She was leaned in with her eyes shut, taking a deep breath as she inhaled the entrancing scent of the pink orchids.

"Those are my favourite flowers, y'know." I commented as casually as possible as I placed the bouquets on the countertop, looking back over to Chaeyoung and finding her still leaned in, just with her eyes open now.

She nodded, "I can understand why. Personally, I like roses and bluebells."

"Any particular reason?"

I watched Chaeyoung as she finally stood straight once again, gulping as she advanced towards me. I looked down to her feet as her heels clicked against the floor, every noise meaning I was one step closer to my doom.

Finally, when she reached me, I dared to look up at her. She towered above me in her three inch heels (YSL to match her dress- apparently she had expensive taste), but despite that I knew she was taller than me even without them.

She opened her mouth, and my heart stopped when she reached a soft hand out and caressed my cheek fondly. Chaeyoung smiled at me. Not a smirk or a cheesy grin: a pure, unfiltered smile full of joy and playfulness, "I just like pretty things."

Shakily, I pulled away, my thoughts suddenly scrambled as I lifted up the bouquet of white roses, "I think these would be best for you, Ms Bae."

"Park."

"What?"

"Not Bae. Park." She stated sternly, "I'm not married... yet."

I nodded dumbly and looked at the roses, gently stroking the petals with my finger. The feeling reminded me of when I was just a young girl helping my mother out with the shop. I used to think it was such a big deal to water the plants and help organise the window display, but now those things have become nothing more than trivial nuisances that stop me from doing actual business. Oh how the times have changed.

"Right. Sorry." I apologised, "Anyway, I'd recommend white roses. Normally I would be against a lot of white at a white event, but weddings are supposed to be pure and simple- like the colour white. Plus, I feel like the colour white would represent you better: innocent, kind and untainted."

Chaeyoung pondered the thought for a moment, staring at the roses with narrowed eyes. She simply shook her head, pointing to the red ones, "What does the red stand for?" Her smile faded to a smirk and I could swear I felt shivers rush down my spine. She knew the answer already: she just wanted me to acknowledge it.

Maybe she wasn't as regal as I thought.

"Danger. Strength. Blood. Conflict. Love. Lust. All of that and more, Ms B-Park."

"The red ones. Definitely."