blossom//k.t.

three

"can you please make me a bouquet which conveys 'fuck you'?" her honey-like voice seethed.

oh no.

taehyung froze, his eyes wide as he tried to register the words she just spoke but quickly, he collected himself and cleared his throat before speaking.

"of course" he softly replied with a small smile and the girl looked a bit confused because she didn't understand how this man remained so calm while she was quite literally bursting at seams with anger, he got up from where he was and walked over to the flowers, quietly looking through all of them, his eyes brightening a little every time he found the suitable flowers for the girl's very specific bouquet.

she stayed silent, anger still evident but she softened quite a bit looking at the man in front of her, who was picking the flowers with a sense of calmness, as if he was used to people asking him to make a "fuck you" bouquet.

even though she was quite restless, she could not deny that this guy looked handsome as fuck.

she quickly scoffed and looked away, when she remembered why exactly she was here and why she needed that particular bouquet.

taehyung picked the flowers, wrapping them gently in some rustic patterned paper before finishing off with a bright red bow. he handed the bouquet to her and she tried to ignore the giddy feeling in her stomach she got when their fingers lightly grazed.

it's nothing more than just attention from this obviously very good-looking man, that was all.

she watched the different flowers in the bouquet with the utmost confusion on why those particular flowers as taehyung took that time to admire the girl in front of him who was frowning in concentration, he found it adorable, he didn't even realise she was speaking until he saw her lips moving, her lips were a light pink and looked very soft, he noted before listening to her.

"if you don't mind, can you tell what each of these flowers symbolise?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing but an underlying tone of anger was still present. taehyung nodded, though surprised because most people didn't care about the meanings of the flowers but he was grateful that someone asked and more importantly, that she asked.

"the germaniums symbolise stupidity, the foxglove stands for insincerity, the meadowsweet for uselessness, the yellow carnations for disappointment and finally, the orange lilies for hatred" taehyung explained with slight amusement as he watched the girl take in all the information.

she smirked and the thought 'this should teach steven a lesson' kept revolving in her mind before she looked back at the dashing boy with a voice that could melt ice, she loved the way he spoke, his words sounded well-thought-out and beautiful and she could probably listen to him talk all day and never get tired but she quickly shook those thoughts from her head.

you don't even know the dude, she quickly corrected herself.

"thank you, i know it's an odd request-" she stammered, trying to explain why she needed it without giving away too much information but taehyung cut her off, waving his hand.

"it's not a problem at all, don't worry about it" he gave her a small smile, hoping to make her feel more comfortable. she nodded, gratefully before placing an extra twenty as a tip on the counter.

"thank you so much for taking your time to explain it and of course, for the bouquet." she said, smiling brightly and holding back at the bouquet.

god, she looks even more breathtaking up close, he thought, smiling back at her.

"you're welcome, have a great day miss." he waved her goodbye and she nodded before spinning on her heel and exiting the shop, much calmer than she was when she entered it.

she couldn't deny the small smile on her face as she couldn't get the man out of her head but that was quickly wiped away when she saw the bouquet and was reminded of the circumstances that lead to her needing to walk into that flower shop. she started to walk quickly again, ready to give the bouquet to the guy who broke her heart, not sparing a second glance at the shop.

in the shop, taehyung sat stunned as his mind seemed to take a lot of time to process whatever just happened but even with the confusion, a small smile was on his face as her bright smile-even though she was obviously very pissed- kept flashing in his mind. he was so in his thoughts that he didn't even notice jimin enter the shop until he heard someone obnoxiously clap their hands in front of him suddenly.

startled, he flinched and kinda shuffled around, trying to regain his cool before he realised it was only jimin.

"why do you look like that?" jimin asked, sitting on an empty stool, looking around the flower shop, taking in all the small changes taehyung had made since he started working in the shop.

the lights were brighter, the decor was all plush in pale colors to make the vibrant flowers stand out and the wrapping papers had many varieties now.

he let out a sigh, before turning back to taehyung who watched him quietly.

taehyung knew how painful it was for jimin to come into the flower shop since it was previously owned by jimin's grandpa, the both of them would always visit his grandpa at work as young boys, played around with the various flowers and ribbons, and it was rare for jimin to come to the flower shop as every little detail reminded him of his happy, old man.

he would only visit the shop in two instances, either he was in a very good mood or the complete opposite. he sighed one last time before setting his elbows on the counters and leaning his face into his hands.

"well, are you going to answer me today?" jimin asked with a snarky undertone to his voice and taehyung shook his head.

"that's not important, i was just distracted, is everything ok chim?" taehyung asked, softly, deciding that a random but attractive girl wasn't important at the moment, and jimin nodded.

"i just had a small fight with the manager at the bakery, i keep messing up the display apparently like sir but all the sugared donuts look the same to me, how am i supposed to know which ones are cream or jam-filled if i don't know what's fucking in them and i'm just handed a tray expected to arrange even though no one tells me what the fuck it is" he groaned out loud, hitting his head on the table, his complaints about his manager were frequent, and jimin sweetly called the manager 'a pain in my bubbly ass'.

"how about we have a guys night, you, me and the boys?" he suggested. jimin contemplated whether meeting the rest of the crackheads would end in anything good.

it would not.

but he agreed to it nonetheless, they always managed to make him feel happy anyway.

the boys sent a text to their group chat and headed out, locking the flower shop, ready for a good time but thoughts of the girl lingered in taehyung's mind as he walked alongside his best friend.

.

meanwhile, things were not going so great for her as she impatiently tapped her foot, standing in front of the large building, waiting for her boyfriend, well soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend to step out so she could finally put a stop to whatever clownery their relationship was.

she read his text which stated he would be out in 10 minutes and smirked before slipping her phone back into her pocket.

i'll be so glad when this is over, she thought.