Flower Boy

Chapter 2

The Next Day

The sound of my alarm echoes throughout my bedroom and I emerge from my deep slumber, rubbing my eyes open. I tiredly sit up on my bed and look at my alarm. 5:30 AM. I sigh, closing my eyes as I whisper. "Another day yet again." I sulk to myself. I grumpily move to sit at the edge of my bed and just sit there quietly, dazed.

My eyelids seemed to fall over my eyes and my body did not have the energy to even stand on the floor for a second. I'm not very much of a morning person am I?

Every week I have work to do. Waking up around 5:30 am, getting ready for a decent amount of times, and head to the flower shop to open it up. It's become  a schedule that I've gotten used to over the past few months and it's never fazed me how much I adapted to it.

Taking up all the energy in me to shake my head and sit up straight, I grab my glasses at the nightstand beside my bed.

I reluctantly get up, sauntering toward the bathroom in the halls outside of my awfully messy room. I walk past Kooky's room with the big sign on the door that says 'KEEP OUT' at the front. I smile. shaking my head before minding my own business all over again.

I reach my hand up for the lights in the bathroom and flipped it on, the sudden bright light instantly making me blind for at least 2 seconds.

I grunt, annoyed and shake my head before I look in the mirror.

"Holy shi-" I almost screamed at the sight of my own reflection-

I look at myself closely, squinting. My chocolate locks were a mess! Several strands were sticking out and out of place, almost makes it look like I just got electrocuted a few minutes ago I- Flaws were visible on my face. Pimples, dark circles under my eyes, zits, and all those other lOvEly natural things. I cringe at the sight. The dark circles that surrounded the bottom of my eyes made me seem like I was a raccoon. I shudder. "My god Chanri, you need to get your shit together Jesus fuck.".

I shake my head in frustration and start washing my face to wake myself up. Then, all of a sudden, I realize something.

"Why am I still even surprised with how I look? This shit happens every morning-" I scoff at myself in the mirror before getting ready for a nice, hot morning shower. (I'm sorry I just love hot showers too much-)

I stripped off my clothes, including my undergarments. Of course I'd take them off, it's a mf shower. I put my glasses down once again and grab my phone from my room.

I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me walking around the halls with just a towel on, thank the mighty lord! Me and Jungkook live alone together as siblings, but he does go to work earlier than me. I feel bad that he has to wake up so early but, tough shit man.

Playing Fancy on my phone, full blast, I head into the empty, clean shower and set the water into the certain temperature I want.

I ended up finishing and doing the rest of my routine before I left for work. I cooked myself some breakfast, packed all the stuff that I would need today, checked to see if my glasses were okay, and made sure that I was missing absolutely nothing before going out.

I look at myself one last time in the mirror, making sure I looked perfectly fine for the day. I twirl and smile, quite proud with the outfit I've created for myself. I carefully picked out a cute, gray plaid skirt I had deep into my nest of clothes. It matched perfectly with the new ivory and soft sweater I received from Lisa a week ago.

Then realization hits me after staring at myself in admiration for a minute or so. "Oh! I'm gonna be late, shI-" I dash outside, running toward my car and not forgetting to leave the door locked. I AINT letting any robbers steal my food. As if they even thought I had money... hA-

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"I have arrived, my children!"

I announce to the groups of flowers in the shop with a cheerful tone after I unlocked the door. I breathe in the refreshing scent of roses, tulips, and much more. It has always made me feel so at ease with myself whenever I'm around these plants. My love for them has lead to me opening a shop of my own, and I certainly don't regret my decisions.

Not long after, Lisa comes in and we both get ready to open the shop again. She came in as comical as ever, entering with a odd stride, her hips swaying side to side awkwardly. It made both of us burst into laughter. I'm so glad she's working at the same place I do. We end up having a normal day, taking care of the flowers, getting calls and customers coming in, you know the usual.

However, something unexpected happened.

As I'm humming while waiting at the reception, the bell from above the door jingles once again and I look up, only to see the same guy from yesterday walking in.

He still looks just as ravishing as the other day, however, something seemed off this time. His hair is messily tousled, his clothes the same as yesterday. When I welcomed him with a warm smile, like how I did the other day. He did indeed smiled back, but it seemed more... sad than yesterday.

He slowly walks up to the reception, holding up the bouquet of red and pink roses that he got yesterday right in front of me. They seemed to be in the same condition as yesterday, left untouched. I looked up at him with a bewildered expression. He only stares at me with his red, swollen eyes. It made me wonder if he has been crying. Worry washes over me and I begin to frown.

I look down at the roses before looking back up at him. "You're bringing them back?".

He gently sets the flowers down onto the counter. Although he spoke softly, I heard him fine from where I am."Uhm. I'm sorry about this. A accident happened the other day, so uh... you can have these back. I don't need a refund." He pushes the flowers toward me a little more.

Not even a second later, I notice a single tear fall from his eyes, rolling down his rosy cheeks. He immediately wipes it away using his sleeve. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He bows a whole 90° angle. My eyes go wide at the gesture.

"Oh, no no! Don't say sorry, it's alright! If you're going to cry then it's alright to cry." I pat his shoulder from across the counter as he gets back up. I beam at him reassuringly. He stops and stares at me for a few seconds until he blinked, shyly looking away. "T-Thank you..." He whispers. I grin.

Before he was just about to walk outside those doors, my mouth automatically speaks on its own accord and I stop him. "Hey! Guy! Wait, I uh, need to ask you something!" He turns back at me, tilting his head in slight confusion. I mentally curse at myself, now I have to come up with something to say.

"I know I don't know you very well, but if you'd like then... do- do you maybe wanna talk about it?" I say, trying my best to smile naturally. Although this probably isn't a good choice, I don't want to leave my customers in a bad mood when they leave.

At first, he looks confused until he starts thinking for a few moments. Then, he stares back at me with those gentle eyes of his, a slight simper dancing its way up his plump lips. "Yea, actually I kind of would." He says shyly before we both scramble to the nearest seats. I let Lisa know that I'll be taking a short break for a while, and she winks at me with a whisper. "Get it gurl!". I roll my eyes before I sit across from him.

"So..." I begin as I rest my face on the palm of my hand. "What happened?".

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