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“Jung fucking Hoseok.”
Taehyung entered the flower shop, his face as red as the roses he held in his hands. A red mop of hair popped over the counter.
“Oh. Hey Tae.” Hoseok said coolly before ducking underneath the counter again.
“You can’t just send shit like that! Let alone to my apartment!” Taehyung hissed and Hoseok giggled under the counter.
“Of course i can. I mean, you should be lucky, i don’t send that stuff to just anyone.” Hoseok replied, coming back up with a box of posies in his hands. His lips stretched into a smile and Taehyung felt heat creep up his neck.
“You have Haru wondering if we’re married now. She keeps asking about it.” Taehyung groaned. He set the roses on the counter and ran a hand through his hair.
“Well, i would be a great husband.” Hoseok replied happily at the mention of Haru. Hoseok turned back around and his gaze flitted around the shop before he leaned down on his hand, propping him up so that Taehyung had to pull away so that he wouldn’t be in the man’s face. Hoseok frowned at the reaction but didn’t reply.
“Haru keeps asking and it’s embarrassing, hyung!” Taehyung whined. Hoseok chuckled.
“Just tell her we are to make her stop.”
“What? No!” Taehyung through a scandalous look his way, heat crawling up his neck.
“C’mon! You’re the one complaining! I’m just trying to give you some solutions.” Hoseok huffed rolling his eyes.
“I don’t want to put lies in her head!”
“Why? You embarrassed of your hyung, Tae Tae?” Hoseok jeered, leaning forward and Taehyung looked away with a flustered face. “This disrespectful behavior is too much for me!” Hoseok sighed dramatically before falling onto the counter with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
Taehyung rolled his eyes and observed the new blue orchids Hoseok had lined along the wall. The branches stretched upwards and the weight of one of the flowers seemed to be pulling one whole branch much lower than it should have been.
“Hyung, it looks like that flower may need to be cut er somethin’.” Taehyung droned and he leaned back onto the counter as Hoseok looked up at it and shrugged.
“I’ll deal with that later, see if i can get it sold later today.”
“That’s a fuckin’ scam,” Taehyung scoffed and Hoseok flicked at his arm.
“You know nothing about plants, how would you know if that isn’t good enough?” Hoseok replied back with a small look of annoyance, but most of it was covered up with playfulness.
Taehyung shrugged, mocking Hoseok’s earlier notion and Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Such a copycat, you are.”
“Wow, i didn’t know Yoda was here.” Taehyung grumbled with a smile adorning his lips.
“Really.” Hoseok deadpanned with a smile and Taehyung let out a low chuckle. Hoseok leaned against the counter aain, his face angled to the entrance that remained empty and unoccupied. It was a slow day. He leaned his face into his palm and glanced over at Taehyung, his silvery brown strands falling a bit into his eyes with a small right part. He had to dye it for a recent mission, is what Taehyung had told him.
“How was your recent mission?” Hoseok asked, sniffling lightly and Taehyung looked at him.
“It wasn’t really exciting-”
“It’s more interesting than my life.” Hoseok cut in and Taehyung batted his arm.
“Can you let me finish?” Hoseok laughed and Taehyubng smiled. “Where was i? Ah. Okay so, these guys were trying to bust this drug bust,” Taehyung air quoted the words ‘drug bust’ and Hoseok smiled. “But they were really one of our own trying to get a hold of another situation downtown acting as drug dealers to get our information we needed.” Taehyung sighed. “I really wasn’t needed for this mission they just made me backup our guys who were higher ranks than i am. They would’ve managed.” Taehyung sighed. “And! I missed Haru’s storytime!” Taehyung exclaimed, his arms being thrown out in front of his angrily gesturing.
Hoseok laid his hands down on his shoulder and Taehyung visibly calmed down, a sigh escaping from his lips and he brushed the bangs out of his face. “What’s the use of me being a dad if i can’t be there for my daughter, hyung? Haru was so sad about it too. She told a story about flowers and a cat. She drew pictures and everything.”
Hoseok glided his thumb on the fabric of Taehyung’s white sleeved shirt. “You’re just putting food on the table. I’m sure she understands that.” Hoseok reasoned and Taehyung leaned down, Hoseok’s hand pressing a little bit firmer on his arm.
“She’s eight years old, hyung. All she wants is to pet animals and eat candy.” Taehyung let out a breath and felt goosebumps rise on his skin and Hoseok began to stroke at the fabric again.
“I dunno Tae. Haru’s pretty collected and mature for her age. I mean being eight and having some of the best manners than the fifteen year olds that walk down the sidewalk.” Taehyung scoffed and Hoseok wrapped his hand around Taehyung’s. Taehyung looked over at him with surprise and Hoseok gave his hand a gentle squeeze with a soothing smile.
“Trust me, Taehyung. You’re doing just fine.” He smiled smally and Taehyung smiled back.
“Thank you, hyung. It means alot.” Taehyung said, smile still adorning his face when he looked away and glance at the mint colored countertop.
“No need to thank me for the truth.” Hoseok sat up and reached for the roses that were set down earlier, adjusting them and reaching for Taehyung’s hands and shoved them into his hand gently. “You’re working just as hard as any other dad, probably more than them.” With a smile, he left to the backroom and left Taehyung to watch his retreating figure, a warm feeling filling up his chest.