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Seongwoo's POV
Seongwoo felt a spray of water hit him.
“Ah! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay? A man with blonde hair asked with a Busan accent. The blonde man stepped towards Seongwoo and quickly scrambled to find a handkerchief in the pocket of his apron. Pressing his warm hand against Seongwoo’s cheek, Seongwoo couldn’t find it in him to be even a little bit angry at him. The blonde haired man kept patting Seongwoo’s cheek, gentle touches that made Seongwoo want to lean into his touch. He kept apologizing as he tried to lessen the damage, a face full of guilt. The blonde man pulled his hand away at last, bowing twice to the wet man. It was Seongwoo’s fault, really. He just happened to space out as he was walking past a florist shop, not noticing that a man was watering his flowers.
“A-ah, no, it’s okay, really,” Seongwoo stuttered out, flustered at such a handsome man apologizing to him so sincerely for just a bit of water. His suit was a bit wet now, but nothing the sun couldn’t dry up.
“No, no, come into my flower shop and I’ll fix ya right up,” The blonde haired man insisted. Before Seongwoo could even retort, he was getting pulled by the hand into the store, scents of different kinds of flowers hitting him all at once as he entered. However, even with such delightful aromas surrounding him, he could only focus on the large and comfortable hand that was holding his at the moment. He gets put into a room that has little decoration; just a shelf with a few potted plants and a table accompanied with a chair.
“It’s okay, really,” Seongwoo tried to say, but was ignored by the man with an extremely broad back.
“Ah.” The blonde man suddenly stopped and turned, realizing something. “ My name’s Kang Daniel.” The smile that formed on said Daniel’s lips shot an arrow straight through Seongwoo’s heart, whose stomach immediately burst into butterflies. Isn’t it illegal to be that adorable and handsome at the same time, thought Seongwoo.
“I’m Ong Seongwoo…” Seongwoo trailed off, completely distracted by Daniel’s lips. He quickly realized that he was staring for too long and quickly looked away, extremely flustered. Daniel let go of Seongwoo’s hand, warmth quickly leaving him.
“I’ll get a towel for ya,” Daniel said, noticing the water droplets dripping from Seongwoo’s hair onto his suit. He left into a room somewhere and hurriedly came back out, towel in hand. He placed the towel on Seongwoo’s head and rushed it all around, trying to dry him as quickly as possible. Seongwoo, even more flustered now, placed a hand on Daniel’s arm to attempt to stop him.
Blushing furiously, Seongwoo squeaked out, “I can dry myself.”
“A-ah. You’re right,” Daniel seemed to realize, a tint of red decorating his cheeks. Daniel handed Seongwoo the towel, a bit embarrassed for harassing his hair. Seongwoo’s hand brushed Daniel’s as he took the towel, only causing Seongwoo’s blush to run deeper. After a minute of Seongwoo furiously drying his hair, he asked Daniel a question that he really should've thought twice about.
“You don’t mind if I undress, do you?” Seongwoo asked.
“Uh, what now?” Daniel immediately turned red, thinking he heard wrong.