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Working at a flower shop was not exactly Chanhee’s dream job, but frankly, it wasn’t that bad either. Well, at least compared to the previous part-time jobs he’d had to do (with the exception of the librarian; that one was quite peaceful and pleasant), this one definitely took the crown as the most decent job of them all.
First and foremost, working at a flower shop meant that the customer didn’t have the chance to spill anything on him or intentionally throw their drinks at him (having to deal with rude customers early in the morning and having to work with a coffee-stained shirt during the day was definitely not Chanhee’s cup of tea, as well as the pressure he was constantly under to make the drinks fast and on time, particularly in the mornings). Second of all, working at a flower shop wasn’t as demanding as working at a coffee shop. He didn’t have to deal with the morning rush; on the contrary, there were barely any customers in the morning, allowing Chanhee to have his typical slow morning, just like he preferred. And finally, he didn’t mind the duties of a florist. Actually, he quite liked it. He enjoyed helping the customers select the right flowers, ribbons, and accessories, as well as creating beautiful displays, bouquets or wreaths using flowers.
The only downside was the deal people had with flowers and their meanings. Don’t get Chanhee wrong; he found it cute whenever customers walked in and asked him for flowers that had a specific meaning, or when they’d already done their research and went straight to the point. The mere idea of having someone in mind and wanting to give them flowers with a specific meaning was wholesome, except that, as a florist, it was quite bothersome and difficult to remember all the meanings and provide people with the right flowers. That was why Chanhee had a small notebook, hidden among the many materials on top of the counter, that helped him whenever a customer needed his help regarding a specific meaning. Most people asked for flowers that represented love or hope, anyway, and those were already stored in Chanhee’s memory for good.
Oh, another downside was, again , the rude customers, but it seemed like Chanhee was bound to deal with them forever. He had become a little too good at dealing with them recently, actually, and in ways that none of them would expect.
It all started a couple of weeks ago when an old lady entered the flower shop. He’d greeted her just like he typically greeted the other customers, and in return, he’d received a not-so-subtle glare. He didn't pay attention to that, anyway; it wasn’t the first time people had glared at him for doing something as innocuous as speaking to them, and if they wanted to be assholes then so be it. That wasn’t Chanhee’s problem.
Then, she proceeded with asking him for myrtle flowers, which basically represented love and good luck after Chanhee had a quick look through his notebook. Later on, she elaborated that she wanted to give those flowers to her newly-married son, hence she was looking for something that represented good luck.
To Chanhee’s bad luck that day, the flower shop had run out of myrtle flowers, so he couldn’t provide the old lady with what she was looking for. The moment he told her that, hell broke loose. The old lady began to yell and complain, as well as go as far as accusing Chanhee of being responsible for the lack of myrtle flowers, earning many weird looks from every passerby. In order not to gain any more unwanted attention, Chanhee tried to calm her down by telling her that he had other flowers that symbolized something akin to good luck, although he wasn’t so certain about that.
Chanhee’s words seemed to slightly calm her down, although she still kept muttering nasty remarks under her breath as if Chanhee wasn’t capable of hearing every single word that came out of her mouth. Suddenly feeling petty and overwhelmed with the urge to do something nasty as a payback, Chanhee swiftly picked up his notebook and skimmed through it in a try to find a flower that resembled anything but good luck. Yes, anything but good luck. He wasn’t about to give the old lady what she wanted after causing such a horrible scene.
Finally, he stumbled across a flower called aconite, which represented hatred, caution, and treachery. Chanhee didn’t care about the specific meaning of the flower; he just wanted a flower that had negative meanings, and this one would do. There was no way the old lady would find out about its negative meaning unless she actually looked it up. And even if she did, Chanhee didn’t give two fucks.
To Chanhee’s luck, he was able to find the aconite flowers in the flower shop. It seemed like this time the universe had sided with him, providing him the weapon of his revenge. Coming back to the counter with the blue to dark purple flowers in his hands, which seemed so beautiful at first sight but in reality, represented anything but something beautiful, Chanhee proceeded with wrapping the flowers up and choosing a long, white ribbon.
(“Are you sure these flowers represent good luck and love?” The lady spoke, raising an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you gave me the wrong flowers, honestly.”
Chanhee feigned a smile, clutching at the flowers while he extended his arm for her to take the bouquet. “Positive. I’m a florist, I know what I’m doing.”
Oh he definitely did.)
Ever since that day, Chanhee decided to give the customers the wrong flowers every time they behaved rudely. It definitely wasn’t the right thing to do; he could get fired if anyone found out, but he was petty, and a petty Chanhee was willing to risk it all and do anything as a payback. So far nobody had found out, allowing him to have some fun with the rude customers he had to deal with without them knowing.
It’s what they deserve , Chanhee thought as he stared at the wreath of aconite flowers on his right, soon letting out a snicker when he recalled the event that gave him an idea as great as getting his revenge, unbeknownst to anyone.
He didn’t get to entertain himself further, though, because a customer soon entered the shop, pulling Chanhee out of his thoughts.
“Welcome to Bloom Bloom! How can I help you?”
The customer that entered this time wasn’t an angry, old lady, or a man in his thirties that would undoubtedly ask for flowers that represented love for his wife (Chanhee had been seeing lots of them recently). This time, the customer was a young boy, probably around the same age as Chanhee and seemingly the same height as well, who began to look around and take in the interior of the flower shop as soon as he entered.
Now, Chanhee had never been great at describing people, particularly when his eyes caught attractive people, but this boy was so damn cute . The cute type that made one instantly grow interested in them and subtly flirt with them. Not like Chanhee was going to flirt with him; he was just saying.
The moment Chanhee greeted him, the cute boy turned to look at him and nodded his head in acknowledgment, as well as gave him a tight-lipped smile. He didn’t seem the type to be too friendly and talkative. It’s fine. Chanhee liked that.
“Actually..” the cute boy began to speak with a surprisingly deep voice, startling Chanhee. “I myself don’t know exactly what I want. Coming to a flower shop was kind of an impulsive thought, and I googled the nearest flower shop to my house, which happened to be this one.”
Never mind about him not being talkative. He was full-on ranting at this point, but Chanhee didn’t mind at all. Spending almost the whole day in silence, without anyone to talk to, apart from his customers, was kind of boring (Chanhee didn’t have many friends, and he could only talk to the few he had so much without growing bored and talking about the same topics again. Chanhee wasn’t a fan of that), so this cute boy entering the flower shop and talking this much felt like some sort of a reward.
Chanhee nodded, urging him to continue, and if all he did was stare at his plump lips while he was talking, that was only for him to know. To be fair, the boy had nice lips. Way too nice, actually.
“You see, I’m talking to this girl—” Chanhee pursed his lips, a sour feeling spreading across his chest, “and we’re not exactly in a relationship right now, but she’s cute and I wanna give it a try. She seems to be interested in me as well, so I thought, why not?” The guy paused, looking up at Chanhee for.. Approval? Nevertheless, Chanhee nodded his head and forced the corner of his lips to curve up.
The boy smiled. “I’ve heard that girls like flowers a lot, so I’m going to be like those cheesy people who give flowers with specific meanings to the person they like. I’m not sure what I should go for, though. I don’t want flowers that represent love or anything like that; we’re not in a relationship. It feels too much. Maybe something like liking or affection?”
Chanhee hummed, crossing his arms in his chest as he stared at the cute boy in thought. Why were all the cute boys always straight and taken?! Well, this one wasn’t exactly taken, at least yet, but he was definitely interested in the girl he was talking about. Even worse was the fact that the interest seemed to be mutual.
Chanhee could either be evil and ruin this boy’s plan by giving him the wrong flowers instead (that was only if the boy or the girl looked up the true meaning of the flowers) or do as he was told (which was what he was supposed to do as a florist, actually). It was a tough decision, and Chanhee wasn’t sure which one sounded better.
“I see..” Chanhee trailed off, picking up his notebook. “Yeah, you’re right. Love seems like.. A little bit too much. At least for now, right?”
"I guess so.." He heard the boy say rather timidly.
Chanhee turned to look at the boy and, when he noticed his crimson cheeks, he scoffed.
“Alright, let me look for flowers with that meaning real quick.”
The boy nodded his head before he loitered near the counter, fiddling with his fingers while his eyes darted around the flower shop. It seemed like he was trying to busy himself by doing something, no matter how meaningless it was, while the florist focused on the notebook in his hands. Judging by the concentrated look on his face, nobody would expect Chanhee to have an inner battle with himself. He kept flipping the pages to the flowers that had positive meanings and then to the flowers that had negative meanings, not able to make up his mind.
There’s the red chrysanthemum, which is perfect for love confessions, however, he’s not looking for something serious like that, Chanhee thought to himself. Then there’s the ranunculus, which apparently conveys a message that one is radiant with charm and is attractive. This one could work, seeing as it’s a way to confess indirectly. Or… a covenlip toadflax? It says ‘please notice my feelings for you'. This one is perfect for him.
Chanhee stilled, double reading the meaning, before looking up to discreetly take a quick look at the stranger.
Damn, he’s so cute. Chanhee sighed dramatically, closing his eyes, before opening them again and turning the page.
The boy seemed to have heard Chanhee’s sigh and took that as a bad sign.
“Is it too difficult?” He suddenly inquired, genuinely concerned. “You know, if you can’t find one, it’s all good. I can buy something simple like roses or—”
“No, no, it’s none of that,” Chanhee quickly reassured him, dismissively waving his hand. He’s thoughtful as well, ugh. This is so unfair. “It’s just. There are a lot of flowers with a lot of meanings, so there is a lot you could choose from.”
The stranger laughed. “Is this why you have a notebook with you?”
Chanhee hummed. “Mmh, yeah. It happened because I had so many customers one day, that I had to google every single flower and its meaning. After all, it’s impossible to remember them all! I got so frustrated that I wrote every flower down as soon as I got home, and honestly it’s been very useful. I do remember a couple of meanings but.. Sometimes they’re too specific, you get what I mean.”
The boy nodded. his attention fully on Chanhee. “Yeah, of course. I mean, I’d do the same thing, honestly. And I suppose it’s way easier now since you have to deal with impatient customers as well, yeah?”
“Yes!” Chanhee exclaimed, abruptly putting his notebook down on the counter to face the boy. “You don’t know how many rude customers I have to deal with. So many have called me ‘slow’ and this old lady even went as far as accusing me of being responsible for running out of certain flowers like, are you serious? I’m not mother nature or something. Do I look like I produce flowers to you?”
The stranger erupted into laughter, clearly entertained by Chanhee’s choice of words and whiny tone. Upon hearing the brief laughter, Chanhee smiled and looked away with red cheeks.
“Sorry for the sudden outburst, by the way. It’s just..” Chanhee trailed off, looking outside the window while thinking about the right words. “I’ve done a lot of part-time jobs and, although this one is the most decent job so far, I can’t get rid of rude customers! It’s so annoying. And I don’t have the chance to complain to someone about them, either. My two friends have their own stuff to deal with.”
The boy nodded his head in understanding, a smile still playing on his lips.
“Nah, it’s fine,” he said, amusement laced in his voice. “I don’t mind. You’re quite funny. It’s not every day I get to meet a florist and hear his complaints about rude customers.”
Chanhee chuckled, drumming his fingers on the countertop absentmindedly as he looked down at his notebook. The next few words he heard caught him off guard.
“You have other stories about rude customers to tell me? If you do, I think I’ll be here for a while.”
Oh.
Chanhee couldn’t believe his ears. Meeting a cute guy and being given the chance to complain to the said cute guy about what irked Chanhee the most? All on the same day? He must have saved a country in his past life or something.
Within about thirty minutes of conversing with each other (it was mostly Chanhee talking about his flower shop adventures and the boy attentively listening to his every word), Chanhee found out that the cute guy had a name (no way, really) which was Sunwoo. Sunwoo, Chanhee discovered, was indeed not a talkative person, however when he did talk, Chanhee found himself laughing as if he had heard the most hilarious joke ever. And honestly, he might’ve as well.
Although it was their first time meeting each other, their conversation flowed smoothly. Sunwoo always had funny remarks about each customer Chanhee told him about and questions he was genuinely curious to know about, and Chanhee was willing to answer each one of his questions honestly. His brain-to-mouth filter almost didn’t exist in front of Sunwoo, but that didn’t matter, since that seemed to be exactly what brought Sunwoo to tears.
“And then—” Chanhee stopped, a laugh escaping his lips as Sunwoo clutched his abdomen, gasping for air, “she tripped! I kid you not, she fucking tripped! And she fell on the floor, entirely covered in grass!”
Sunwoo clutched the counter this time, crouching down on the floor as he silently laughed; having no more energy to audibly laugh. “No more,” Sunwoo panted, “please, no more. I can’t breathe.”
“Yeah, laugh all you want, but it was me who had to clean the mess after. It took me so long, too!”
Sunwoo giggled, standing up to face Chanhee; an exhausted expression was present on his face as his cheeks hurt way too much from laughing. It was a good kind of exhaustion, though. A telltale of how much he’d enjoyed this whole thing, and would one hundred percent do it again.
“Such a pity that I wasn’t there,” Sunwoo said. “I would’ve helped you. Of course after laughing at her.”
“Believe me when I say I tried everything not to laugh at that moment. It would’ve been so rude!”
Sunwoo hummed, placing his hand on his palm as he leaned forward on the counter, awfully close to Chanhee.
“Did you succeed at least?”
Upon noticing the close proximity, Chanhee cleared his throat and awkwardly giggled. “Sort of. I did kind of laugh when she wasn’t looking, though.”
Sunwoo scrunched his nose, his eyes curving as he smiled. “Of course you did.”
Before Chanhee could say something, someone entered the flower shop. The stranger then cleared his throat when he noticed the two boys standing awfully close to each other, startling both of them.
“Oh— Hello! Welcome to Bloom Bloom !” Chanhee said, fumbling with the materials on the counter, while Sunwoo stepped back. “Just a moment, please. I need to wrap some flowers first.”
The stranger nodded, giving the florist time to do his job. Chanhee was about to ask Sunwoo if covenlip toadflax flowers were fine before his eyes caught the name of a specific flower in his notebook.
Green carnation. Wealth and prosperity. Appropriated as a flower of the LGBT community.
Chanhee stilled, briefly looking at Sunwoo, before looking back at his notebook again. An imaginary light flickered on the top of his head as a thought crossed Chanhee’s mind; a silly, dangerous thought, yet a hilarious one at the same time.
“I found the perfect flower for you.”
Sunwoo hummed. “Really? Which one is it?”
“Green carnation,” Chanhee said, a proud smile on his face. “It means please notice my feelings for you. I feel like it’s exactly what you need, don’t you think so?”
Sunwoo stopped to think about it, before nodding his head. Honestly, it did sound perfect, except that it was the wrong flower. Poor Sunwoo; he had no idea what he was getting himself into.
“It does indeed. Alright then, I’ll go with that one.”
If there had ever been a moment where Chanhee had felt extremely evil, it was now. Sunwoo deserved none of this; he was a sweet boy who simply wanted to confess his feelings to a girl through flowers, however he’d chosen the wrong florist to help him. And the worst thing was that he wasn’t aware of Chanhee’s intentions at all.
Sorry, Sunwoo, Chanhee thought as he spun on his heel and walked to a specific batch of green carnations. I don’t want that girl to have someone as sweet as you. Am I more selfish and petty than needed? Yeah. I definitely am. And I don’t care.
“Alright,” Chanhee began, standing in front of Sunwoo with the batch of green carnations. “Which paper colour would you like? And what kind of ribbon? If you want other accessories, you can tell me.”
Sunwoo hummed, his unblinking eyes fixed on the batch of flowers, before shrugging. “I’ve no idea. I believe in your judgment; choose whichever colour you like.”
Chanhee smiled widely, before nodding his head and proceeding with his work. Sunwoo’s words made him feel like these flowers were meant for him, although that was far from the truth.
“But..” Sunwoo suddenly spoke. “I want to write a note to her. I don’t think I’m brave enough to give these flowers to her.”
Chanhee pursed his lips in discontent, once again being reminded of Sunwoo’s genuine interest in this girl before he wordlessly nodded. He couldn’t do anything about it. He could only respect Sunwoo’s liking for that girl, although he did secretly hope the girl would look up the meaning.
“The notes are over there,” Chanhee said while pointing to his left. “Grab one and write whatever you want with the pens over there.”
“Do you think I should write the meaning of the flowers or let her find out by herself?” Sunwoo asked, grabbing a random note and a pen.
Chanhee halted his movements, looking at Sunwoo. Then, he smiled. “I think you should let her find out by herself. Isn’t that more exciting?”
Sunwoo nodded in agreement, quickly writing a short note and then giving it to Chanhee. The latter couldn’t help but notice how pretty Sunwoo’s handwriting was.
“Well then, here are your flowers.” Chanhee finally said, handing the flowers to Sunwoo. “I hope you like the paper and the ribbon.”
“It’s perfect,” Sunwoo said, staring at the flowers, before looking up and smiling. “Thank you, Chanhee. I love it.”
Chanhee smiled, wondering whether what he did was the right thing to do. “I’m glad.”
—
Sunwoo’s heart was pounding. It had been a full day since he bought the flowers for Haeun and had just now gathered the courage to give them to her. He stood in front of her door with the flowers in his trembling hands, hesitating to extend his arm and reach for the doorbell. Such a simple thing felt like such a difficult task when feelings were involved, and Sunwoo wasn’t so sure that he’d succeed in ringing the doorbell. He had been standing there for the past ten minutes, after all, doing nothing but staring at the doorknob, and he felt himself growing even more frustrated with each passing second.
Finally, he groaned and set the flowers down on the floor. Ran a hand through his hair and glared at the doorbell, as if it was its fault that Sunwoo was such a coward he couldn’t ring the damn doorbell. In the end, he settled for leaving the flowers in front of her door and sending a message to her.
That way he wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of seeing her disappointed face in case she didn’t like the flowers. Sounded about right.
He turned around on his heel, climbed down the stairs, exited the building and then fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled through his contacts, before finding Haeun’s contact and tapping on the message icon.
Sunwoo: hey :) there is a surprise waiting for you outside your door. I hope you like it.
Sunwoo exhaled once he pressed send, his throat feeling dry all of a sudden. The nerves began to kick in again, as the many what if’s rotted his brain and fed him the worst scenarios. If Sunwoo felt this anxious about something as simple as giving someone he was interested in flowers, he didn’t even want to imagine what he would feel like on the day he was getting married. If he was ever getting married, that is. He would probably stumble over his own words and accidentally tell his partner that he hated them instead of confessing his love for them. And, now that Sunwoo was thinking about it, it honestly sounded like something he’d do.
Accidentally, of course.
A couple of minutes passed and Sunwoo finally received a notification. He quickly turned on his phone, checked his notifications, and found a message from Haeun. He inhaled deeply, before tapping on it and reading the message.
Now, Sunwoo was an avid overthinker. He tended to think about the worst possible scenarios which, when he disregarded all the loud thoughts and focused on reality, were far from becoming a reality. This time, though, Sunwoo couldn’t help but feel as if reality had beaten the ridiculous scenarios he often made up.
Haeun: you know.. If you wanted to come out but couldn’t find the words to tell me, you could’ve done it in a different way. I appreciate your honesty, anyway, but I would’ve appreciated it more if you didn’t lead me on. I wish you all the best with your future boyfriend and please never talk to me again.
Sunwoo froze, reading the message again and again and again before he attempted to send a message to her. It was futile; she had blocked him. Sunwoo lowered his arms, looking straight ahead hopelessly. He was extremely confused; how had the situation turned into whatever this was? Where had he gone wrong? Had he accidentally told Chanhee that he wanted ‘flowers to out him to his possible future girlfriend’? No. There was no way. That in itself didn’t make any sense at all.
The cogs seemed to be turning in his head before realization dawned on him. Sunwoo quickly turned on his phone once again and googled the meaning of green carnations.
Green carnations often represent wealth and prosperity. They've also been appropriated as a flower of the LGBT community.
Sunwoo’s throat seemed to become even drier than it already was. Never had he felt so betrayed in his entire life. He had trusted Chanhee; he’d trusted him with the paper and the ribbon, but most importantly, he’d blindly trusted him with the right flowers to give him for his confession and all the latter had done was mess everything up. How did one even mess up when they literally owned a notebook about the language of flowers? It made little to no sense to him. Sunwoo definitely remembered Chanhee telling him about how he had deliberately written down each flower meaning after a frustrating day at work. That he clearly remembered; it wasn't a figment of his imagination.
The more he pondered over it, the more frustrated he became. The anger slowly seemed to build up with each thought of his, until it eventually turned into rage.
Sunwoo was furious.
He couldn’t find a reason why Chanhee could have done something like this, but he needed answers. Was Chanhee an amateur who had no idea what he was doing? No, that couldn't be it. He seemed to be pretty damn good at his job, and it definitely didn't seem like he had no work experience. Had he inadvertently written a different meaning under the green carnations? Perhaps something like 'flowers for all the be who you are people who want to out themselves'? Or was he just an asshole who liked to play around with his customers and mess things up on purpose?
Sunwoo had genuinely no idea, but he couldn't just stay still and do nothing. Shoving his phone into his left pocket, he began to march towards a specific flower shop, ignoring all the odd looks he received on the way there.
Soon enough, the flower shop came into view, and it didn’t take Sunwoo long to climb the few stairs and enter the flower shop.
“Thank you! I hope you have a great day.”
Sunwoo stepped aside to allow the customer to exit the flower shop before he approached the counter where Chanhee was staying.
“Welcome to—Oh, Sunwoo! Good to see you again.” Chanhee’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight of Sunwoo.
“I can’t say the same.”
Chanhee furrowed his eyebrows, confused at how angry Sunwoo looked. Before he could speak, Sunwoo beat him to it.
“Mind telling me why you gave me flowers that literally mean ‘I’m gay’?!” Sunwoo exclaimed, placing his palm on the counter and leaning forward to face Chanhee.
Taken aback by his straightforwardness, Chanhee took a few steps behind. He couldn’t justify himself, anyway, because Sunwoo continued speaking.
“That was not what I asked for! I asked for flowers that would help me to confess to her! I even asked you if it was better to write the meaning or let her discover it herself, and you said the latter was better,” Sunwoo said, laughing in disbelief soon after. “I can’t believe you. You’re a florist; there’s no way you didn’t know that those were the wrong flowers. Hell , you even have a notebook with you. Why did you do that?! What are your intentions?”
Chanhee stood still for a couple of seconds, staring back at Sunwoo before he suddenly turned on his heel and walked further away from Sunwoo.
“Oh, so now you’re going to leave just like that?!” Sunwoo shouted after him. “Come back here! You owe me an explanation!”
Not even fifteen seconds later, Chanhee appeared with a batch of flowers in his hands; this time entirely different from the green carnation flowers. This time, the flowers were small and white. They looked quite fragile, yet magnificent and lovely. Just like most flowers.
“These are for you.”
Sunwoo blinked. Looked up at Chanhee and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said,” Chanhee insisted, handing the flowers to Sunwoo. “These are from me to you. Sorry that they don’t look so.. Appropriate. I didn’t have time to wrap them up and choose a pretty ribbon that would—”
“What do they symbolize?” Sunwoo cut him off, his eyes focused on the flowers in his hands.
A beat of silence, before Chanhee spoke. “They’re called linaria bipartita , most commonly known as clovenlip toadflax . They.. They mean please notice my feelings for you.”
Upon hearing that, Sunwoo instantly looked up, facing Chanhee who seemed quite embarrassed; a pretty hue of red had already spread across his cheeks, slowly making its way to his neck.
“They.. what?” Sunwoo was unable to speak properly.
“You’re cute, Sunwoo,” Chanhee blurted. “I know it’s been only a day, but I like you. I intentionally gave you the wrong flowers. Sorry for ruining your possible future relationship, but honestly, I don’t really care. I find you really cute, and I’d like to get to know you more. Please accept my gift, as messy as it looks?”
Sunwoo blinked. Looked down at the flowers in his hands. Looked up to stare at Chanhee. Then, he let out a laugh of disbelief before shaking his head, simultaneously melting away all the doubts and anxiety bottled up in Chanhee’s chest.
When he clutched the batch of flowers closer to his chest, none of them said anything. It wasn’t necessary, anyway; Chanhee conveyed his messages through flowers, and Sunwoo conveyed his messages through actions.
(“I can’t believe you ruined the chance of me having a possible future girlfriend by giving me flowers that literally mean ‘I’m gay’,” Sunwoo suddenly said, averting Chanhee’s attention from the movie they were watching.
Chanhee looked up from where he was resting his head on Sunwoo’s chest and let out a laugh. “You’re still bitter about that? It’s been six months.”
“Not bitter ,” Sunwoo amended. “You’re just.. Full of surprises. I would’ve never expected that.”
“Do you regret it?”
Sunwoo tilted his head, looking at Chanhee’s eyes that always seemed to shine so brightly, and allowed himself to lose in the comfort those eyes always brought. “Not at all.”
Chanhee beamed, before adjusting his head to a more comfortable position. When he felt Sunwoo bring him closer to himself, he closed his eyes in contentment.
“I have to say, though,” Sunwoo said after a while, “you’re the worst florist ever.”
Chanhee laughed, surprised. “Oh really? That was the first time I did that, though.”
Sunwoo hummed. “And it better be the last.”
Chanhee smiled, eyeing the vase of clovenlip toadflax placed on top of the kitchen table.
“Don’t worry, it is.”)