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It’s been another week since the first time Jisoo met Jeonghan in his flower shop.
Another week since Jisoo invited the Angel to church, Jisoo taking him outside more often other than the flower shop, nor the church ever since.
Now, Jisoo is walking to Heaven’s Flowers once again to see Jeonghan. And this time he has a surprise for him.
The gift may seem stupid for other people, though it’s the thought and meaning that counted and Jisoo just wanted to give Jeonghan something that is as pretty and delicate as him—even though there was nothing as gorgeous as the florist in Jisoo’s eyes.
He pushed open the door, the heavy glass swinging as he stepped in the shop. The bell rang in his ears. The fresh smells of all the different flowers swirling in his nose; lilies, roses, carnations and so much more. All sweet and refreshing.
His gaze shifted, his eyes immediately landed on a certain person. Jeonghan .
A smile erupted on his face as he walked to the counter, his hand with the gift behind his back. “Hannie.” he calls, walking behind Jeonghan with an arm wrapped around the Angel’s slim waist.
Jeonghan turned around, a flower crown in his hands. He placed it onto Jisoo’s head with a smile stretched across his face. He scanned Jisoo’s body up and down. He was wearing a white bottom up, the top three buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a white vest underneath it. He wore khakis pants and white sneakers.
Jeonghan blushed, biting his bottom lip, trying his best not to stare at Jisoo's veins that wrapped around his forearm or his chest peeking through the fabric.
“Oh, Jisoo…” he said, slowly shaking his head. He looked up at Jisoo’s pretty doe eyes, hands resting themselves on the younger’s chest. “How are you?”
“I’m doing great.” Jisoo replied, his arm reached out at the side of Jeonghan’s waist—his hands gripping onto the counter, trapping the elder. Their bodies were less than inches from touching and Jisoo controlled himself before he could press himself against the elder's body. “I actually have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” Jeonghan tilted his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. “What is it?”
Jisoo retreated the hand behind his back, his hand in between there bodies. A bright, pink flower sprouting out from a stem that was pinned in between his two fingers. Azalea.
He giggled, “Oh? You’re surprising me with a flower when I already work as a florist, huh?”
Jisoo shrugged, “It reminded me of you, soft and pretty. So delicate when you touch it.”
Jeonghan took the flower, his touch as tender as always. The flower bursted a light, sweet smell at his face as soon as he touched it. He closed his eyes, inching the flower to his nose and inhaled it softly to smell the sweet scent once again.
A smile erupted on the Angel’s face, his teeth as white and pretty as pearls—Jisoo’s heart warmed on the sight, his own lips curling into a smile. Jeonghan looked up, his eyes fluttering open. “Well, it’s beautiful.”
“Just like you…” Jisoo whispered.
He took the flower back from the older man’s finger, tucking it behind Jeonghan’s ear. It looked like it was blooming next to the Angel’s face.
For most people, when you wear a flower as any sort of accessory, the flower will help brighten your face and help you look prettier. But Jeonghan it’s the exact opposite. He made the flower prettier.
He looked so beautiful, Jisoo wanted to jump off a roof.
He sucked in a breath, his cheeks tinted pink.
“You’re prettier than the flower.”
The same pearly smile lights up his face like a few minutes ago, he was so much more gorgeous when he smiled, so much more gorgeous when he was happy. And Jisoo couldn’t help but admire Jeonghan’s perfect beauty over, and over again. It was like the flower never even existed.
“Thank you.” He said in that sweet nasally voice that made Jisoo’s heart beat quicker.
Jisoo’s fingertips whisper over Jeonghan’s cheeks, brushing some strands of blonde hair away from his face. Jeonghan chased after the gentle touch, cupping his face into Jisoo’s large hands. He closed his eyes, his lips parting. Jeonghan’s beauty was driving the younger crazy and Jisoo loved it.
“Hannie, I want to kiss you.” Jisoo whispered. He inches closer, the gap between their bodies closing. Jeonghan can feel the younger’s warm breath brush against his lips. “I want to kiss you so badly.”
Jeonghan stared into Jisoo’s eyes, his eyes fluttering open, his hands traveled from Jisoo’s chest to his neck, the pulse of his heart thudding against his fingertips with each beat. He pulled Jisoo’s head down ever so slightly, their lips barely touching. “Kiss me, Jisoo. Kiss me.”
Jisoo didn’t think twice before tilting Jeonghan’s head up and pressing his lips against the Angel’s. His heart fluttered in his chest, pressing his body even further against Jeonghan’s, his other hand gripped on the florist’s waist.
If this wasn’t considered heaven, he didn’t know what was.
Jeonghan’s fingers bloomed on the younger male’s cheeks, his thumb caressing the pink tinted skin. They tilted their head in the opposite direction in sync, their lips brushing against one another. The flower behind Jeonghan’s ear danced in the air and fell on the wooden floor beside their feet. Jisoo kicked it away.
Jisoo’s hand on his waist travelled down to Jeonghan’s ass and then behind his thigh, he lifted the elder up and placed him on the counter. Jeonghan spread his legs, his thighs and knees trapping either side of Jisoo’s hips.
They pulled away for a second, catching their breaths. Heavy inhales and exhales filling the room.
“J-Jisoo…” Jeonghan whispered, his fingers tangled in the younger’s dark locks—the flowers crushed against his palms, their bodies pressed together.
“Shhh…” Jisoo breathed, he pecked Jeonghan’s lips for a second before pulling away once more.
His fingers found themselves behind the Angel’s neck. He fiddled with the strings of the apron until it was untied, doing the same with the tie around his waist. Jisoo ripped the apron off of Jeonghan’s body, throwing it on the ground.
He carefully pulled the flower crown Jeonghan gave him off his head and placed it on the cash register beside them before it became ruined even more. He still wanted to keep it even if some of the flowers were crushed.
Jeonghan’s fingers untangled from Jisoo’s black locks and onto the sides of his face, he tilted the younger male’s head up and pressed his lips against his. Jisoo held onto Jeonghan’s waist, pulling his body even closer as he kissed the older male back.
His lips were exactly what Jisoo thought when he first met him—soft and sweet and juicy against his.
Jeonghan’s hands slid onto Jisoo’s chest, his palms against the younger male’s heart. They slid further down, his fingers fiddling with the buttons on Jisoo’s button up. Slowly, he unbuttoned them one by one. Jeonghan pushed the fabric off of Jisoo’s shoulder and down his arms—it draped on the floor right behind the younger male’s feet. Again, Jisoo kicked it away.
Jeonghan’s traces over Jisoo’s arms, the slight bumps of his veins burning his fingertips, his muscles all rough and hard under his.
Jisoo anchored himself closer. He slips his tongue into the florist’s mouth.
Jeonghan tasted like flowers.
And Jisoo wanted more.