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also me when i remember i have to write to be a writer:

> prompt, don't know if i might make this an actual fic

> Yeosang x Reader

> this will be written in reader's pov

> tw // alcohol, scars, bruises and fighting

> genre: action (?) , thriller (?) , angst

song inspo!

A stone-hearted bartender, that was all I ever knew of him. He had a diamond mind and Aphrodite features that made every woman squeal in excitement, even men. I grew an interest in him, not because of his godly physique but rather his intellectual capacity and cold-driven emotions. Never in my life have I seen such a bleak human live, with eyes that were sharp but had many crisis faced. Kang Yeosang, that's his name, a troublesome fellow I have been following for how many months now and was under my list of patients. Grew up in a priviliged household with well-known relatives in the business industry before eventually giving up that lavish lifestyle after being shoved purposely in the underground business against his own will, pursuing a life he was dying to get out of.

Liquor was his scapegoat, the night life was his arena. His open wounds would serve as his badge of pride and his fights would be his source of becoming egotistical, like a coyote he would act fearless and triumph in his victories but then again, everyone is undefeated until they aren't.

I approach him one night, in his little crook of a bar downtown and was greeted with the musky aroma and him who was standing behind the counter.

"Kang Yeosang?"

"Yes?" the brown haired man spoke.

> San x OC!

> rom, fluff, ig slice of life?

> setting: flower shop

> Florist San is involved in this fic (i have very little knowledge on how to take care of flowers so please do correct me)

> Flower language is used here so I will Italicize the flowers being used that are important in the story and will be leaving a little definition thread at the bottom of this fic! However if my meanings are wrong, feel free to correct me as I am not an expert in this type of field.

> reversed roles! the girl is going to chase after the guy this time ;) just something new to meddle with heehee.

song inspiration!

"Mr. Evan definitely picked the right flower, I've always liked Yarrows." San ties his pink and white bouquet with a pastel pink, silky ribbon to top off the whole flower arrangement his client requested. He carries the flowers delicately and lightly places it inside a clear, plastic box with a name embelished on top of it; he grabs his marker and bites off the cap to write the shipping details the client left for him, hastely jotting down the phone number and name before he gives it to the delivery man with a 90 degree bow. In the midst of San's work, Miya struggles to pierce a single stem through the foam, grunting and aggressively cutting the ends of the flower more and more without caution or direction. In the reflection of the windows that San was standing next to, he catches Miya in the act and immediately rushes over to her, pulling away the foam, tulip and scissors she had been wrestling with for the past 30 minutes and already at its ugliest form.

"You can never own a flower shop... actually scratch that, you can never take care of plants." San pants rapidly and hugs the items in a protective matter, trying his best to see if he can still resurrect the almost wilted tulip in his grasp. Miya launches herself off the marble counter, bringing along the stacked papers San had given to her about the lessons and and procedures about flower arrangements, she looks at the frantic black haired boy with an eyebrow raise as he places the items back on the counter and packing the tulip in a vacuumed pack for freeze-drying, ensuring that the tulip still had use and a life to work with.

"I was just following what was instructed San, I'm really trying my best to do whatever you taught me."

"Well I didn't teach you to neglect their existence did I?"

"No, but I'm really trying though! That whole thing was unintentional." she sighs and throws her head back in agony, "I don't even know why I agreed to this deal, more so I don't even know why I'm allowing you to tell me what to do."

"Cause you want to date me that's what Lee Miya."

It was no secret she liked the handsome florist the minute she walked into his store to buy a basket of Angelicas for Mother's Day but thought it was only infatuated love. He was broad, tall, respectful, had a cheery smile that can swoon millions and a voice as addicting as candy, Miya was head over heels... actually more like "whipped" for this guy. That is why every day she would always find an excuse to visit his store even if there wasn't any special occasion for her to attend to or bring flowers for. It was strange for San at first, thinking how weird for this woman to show up 7 days a week just to stop by and create a conversation but he eventually caught on despite her not ordering anything from him on those days. San did not mind that at all however and would always enjoy her company while he works, sharing many life stories and interests that made their bond stronger than ever and eventually catch feelings for one another more and more.

Miya blushed, uttering words out to try and become sarcastic towards him but was completely shut down due to being delirious and flustered by San's straightforward reply. He laughed, clearly amused on how she was acting in front of him, San watched as Miya stormed out in a speed of light, smiling widely at how childish she was and proceeded to finish up the last order of the day.

Problem is however; despite the romantic emotions she had for him and is reciprocated to her, deep down inside the fiery exterior of hers, she was always afraid of this one thing and one thing only. Commitment. Miya never envisioned herself to allow someone come in her life nor bind to anyone romantically, she would always think negatively of the end results in a relationship and be in her head too much about these things causing a slim chance of actually giving dating a shot most especially considering she was already so fond of San and confessed to him. The more she felt that she wanted to be with him the more her insides felt that this was not the best decision and she'll end up regretting everything, but San was supporting her all throughout, giving her enough time to make the right choice and helping her get over her slump. Until one day Miya had created a proposal not only to challenge herself but to create a special bond between them as lovers that San had excitingly agree to, which was to teach Miya the ways and hows of flower arrangement. Their deal was that once Miya perfected one of the many flower arrangements she had chosen and that San approved of this, she already had let go of her fear of commitment and that she was ready to start a journey with him.

Miya unlocks the door to her apartment, still in a daze regarding the events that transpired in San's flower shop. She shakes off her shoes and settles in her trusted friend, the couch; dropping the stack of papers she had brought home for her to scan through beside her. Miya takes a sharp sigh and looks over to the clock, "10:00, seems like a good time to get things going." She launches herself off the couch, washing up and getting dressed comfortably for tonight's business, Miya goes inside her stock room to look for the needed materials, collecting them one by one and proceeding to drop them off the rustic chest-designed coffee table. Once she had obtained her needed equipment, she ties her hair in a ponytail, stretches out her hands and plops down on the carpet to begin her personal project.

The next day...

"Hey Miya! Over here!" A brunette shouted and popped his head out amongst the crowd of people in the cafe and waves excitingly, she rushes over to him and afterwards he offered the warm seat next to him. Seonghwa, a trusted colleague of San's who normally visits the shop to check the freshest flowers every now and then.

"So so so sorry for running late Seonghwa, traffic was shit as always." she pants, slouching in the sofa and putting aside her bag on top of the wooden table.

"No it's fine, I just got here 15 minutes ago. I ordered us a fruit ade if that's alright?"

Miya nods while silent, clearly exhausted from the marathon she had to endure to be able to reach Seonghwa as soon as she can. The waitress lays down the ades in their table, Miya immediately grabs the drink and starts to slurp the ombre-pink drink, almost finishing it within a minute while Seonghwa was just about to sip and was clearly baffled at the sight in front of him and how dehydrated she was. She sighs in relief and starts to sit up straight in her chair, signalling Seonghwa to start the conversation.

"So tell me, why are you doing this?"

"You know exactly why Seonghwa, I need to prove something to him."

"Is this about the whole arrangement you guys have? Oh wait sorry not arrangement, that's too decent of a word... proposal?"

"Yep"

"And you want to do this because it's part of your scheme?

"Mhm"

"You know San gets up pretty early to prepare for the day right?"

She just nods and nods, clearly sick of hearing Seonghwa shooting a ton of questions towards her like she was being interrogated.

"Are you trying to create a revenge plan? What gives?"

Miya rolls her eyes towards Seonghwa's never-ending queries and deafening nagging. "No sir, I am not." she breathes deeply and lets out a huge sigh, massaging the temples of her head. "Look, it's not like I'm gonna commit arson or some shit that can put me in trouble. I'm telling you I have no bad intentions, just simply a little surprise I have for him. Have a little faith in me please? Mr. Park?"

"Fine." he rummages through his leather bag and pulls out a velvet box containing the item Miya asked him to get for her. He slides this towards her slowly, giving Miya a hesitant glare before eventually reaching it to her at her end of the table.

"Thank you."

"I don't know what you got planned but I hope he'll like it. San may look intimidating but he has a soft spot for sentimental things, most especially the things that are dear to him." Seonghwa said, making Miya's head perk up from her bag. She smiles, giving assurance that everything was going to be fine. "Good luck by the way" he said as Miya stood up from her seat to leave, "hope the hassle is worth it". "I hope so too" she mumbled and bid farewell to Seonghwa before she left to go continue her business on the outside.

A week later...

It was a bright and summery morning for San as he hummed along the sidewalk heading towards his shop, even if it was just an ordinary day for him, he still feels uneasy towards the sudden ghosting of Miya. The many times of him calling, texting, basically anything to reach her, have always resulted to no one answering. This went on for a week after their confrontation in the store and yet here he was, without even a single tip about her whereabouts. So he just thought of ways and reasons for her not coming so that his anxiety can at least lessen even if he was worried sick about her well-being. Lost in his thoughts about Miya, he didn't take notice that he finally reached the back part of the building.

He reaches in the pot of the fern, digging around to find the key to this door yet after a few minutes of feeling around, unfortunately, it somehow disappeared into thin air. "You have got to be kidding me" he shakes the doorknob ferociously, banging on the metal door to try and see if he can budge the locks. San swore to himself that he kept the key in the soil of the fern that was standing next to the back door of the shop and it was always in that area where it was hard for the intruders to find. He scratches the back of his head and pulls out his cellphone from his back pocket to contact anyone close to him who knows the inside and outside of his store but a few dials and miss calls later, he was sure having an unlucky day. San grunts, kicking on the door once more to release some stress before going around the block to enter through the main entrance of his store.

San reaches the main entrance and unlocks the door to his store by which he was greeted by the fragrant aroma of the lavenders that made his face lit up, completely ignoring the fiasco that happened 30 minutes ago. He approaches the staff room, settling down his personal belongings in his office and shakes off the leather jacket on him. He then proceeds to the main area of the store, grabbing his hanged brown apron to tie around his tiny waist before he starts organizing for today's orders.

"So, 8:00? What do you say Acanthus?" written in calligraphy on a basic white card with gold boarders embedded on the sides of the paper which was laid flat alongside a boquet of luscious lavander roses, valerians and baby's breath all bunched up in a laced white ribbon caught San's eye as he was laying down the equipment on the counter where the mysterious gift was. He thought at first that this was a missed order he didn't seem to finish yesterday, but knowing his work ethics he always tries his utmost best to complete every order on time. He picked these up carefully, examining the hand-writing and the way how the bouquet was created, it wasn't entirely as neat as the ones he sold but it was definitely pretty and thoughtful enough to be given to someone. He then squints his eyes to take a closer look at the flowers chosen for the bouquet, remembering what each flower represented or what message it conveyed for the receiver to decipher. A million thoughts and people raced through his mind, wondering who would've given this to him. It couldn't be one of his customers, they did not have any access to enter his store out of office hours, even his closest clients too. It couldn't be Seonghwa since he really isn't the type to use loud and vibrant colors in his flowers, San reviewed many people in his mind that he had close contact of but none did not even come close to the culprit of this bizzare situation... except for one. The corners of San's mouth slowly rises, creating an admiring grin as he finally realized who gave this to him and what they wanted to say to him through the use of flower language.

"Acanthus... I like that, seems like she studied well." he murmered, sniffing the flowers and smiling ever so vividly for her job well done and the efforts she had put into this. He now knew why Miya had ghosted him for a couple of days only to be surprised by such a gift that San will treasure for a lifetime and a memory he will never forget. "I can't wait to tell you how much I am so proud of you" he whispered, counting down the many hours he had to work for until he was able to see Miya again but this time, as a significant other.

"What a great way to start off my day."

DEFINITON FOR EACH BLOOM!

> Angelicas - inspiration

> Lavender rose - love at first sight

> Valerians - readiness

> Acanthus - a fine art

> Yarrows - everlasting love