' Thieving Flower Boy '

I’M SO SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE AND LACK OF GETTING REPLIES AND STARTERS DONE.  Please know I’m in uni now and I’m just trying to get everything all squared away. ;^;

Spotlight: Preparing For Kim Soo-Hyun’s Imminent Comeback

He gave the man a completely blank stare. Himchan wasn’t an idiot, he obviously knew that wasn’t the man’s real name. The blonde was giving the flower shop owner the perfect opportunity to prove himself. He had seen the other’s name tag earlier when they had first met but he didn’t bother acting as if he knew it. Using a fake name didn’t surprise Himchan in the least but he was thoroughly disappointed at the poor choice. He raised an eyebrow before giving a small smile, “Alright Don, I like it, is it a nickname?”

Playing along was easy, the man whose real name is Soohyun was challenging him and the blonde had no problems accepting. He leaned back against the counter, blatantly sweeping his eyes over the other’s body. Seeing the man flustered was his new favourite thing. It was easily going to become addicting and would be his favourite pastime. He chewed on his lower lip a little, staring at the man’s crotch shamelessly. “Do you work out? You have such a pretty face but I think you’re hiding some serious muscle under that shirt.” He slide his eyes back up towards Soohyun’s face, narrowing them slightly. “Can I see?” He only meant it as a joke, just to tease and bother the man in front of him. The boy was going to have to get used to his blunt personality quickly or his time spent with Himchan would be horrific.

Himchan was being a tad bit cruel but he was enjoying himself too much to care. He took a step forward, not surprised when the man flinched back a little. The blonde cooed lightly before taking a few more steps forward until he was standing right in front of the other. “Don’t run away, I won’t hurt you…. unless you’re into that.” The prostitute was close but not close enough to touch. He put some distance between them, not wanting to scare the boy completely.

Do you work out? Can I see?

All the questions Himchan asked made Soohyun's skin crawl out of just pure discomfort.  Himchan spoke so obstreperously, making Soohyun come to the conclusion that somewhere along the lines Himchan's filter had somehow been misplaced or he just never had one in the first place.  Soohyun was so accustomed to teenage girls that would shyly poke their way into his shop, giggling and carrying on quietly to themselves, whispering to one another as they stole glances of Soohyun watering flowers or sweeping the front walkway.  With his beautiful, prince-worthy smile he would acknowledge them and enjoy watching them go giddy with embarrassment, their smooth cheeks brightened with a warm shade of pink.  He was used to the more subtle, subdued affection that he only received by far distance and implications.  But, Himchan already far passed that barrier with no care in the world.

Watching the blonde come closer, he could physically feel himself pushing back into the counter top and had he not been so concerned with the closeness of the two he would have felt the intense pain he was putting his lower back through as it rammed into the hard surface.  With a nervous gulp and a deer in the headlights look to back it up, Soohyun winced as he heard the other so much as mention his real name.  Hearing it come from the other male's lips brought a wave of disappoint.  In a strange way it was yet another awakening to the reality of the situation at hand.  He, Kim Soohyun, was really this Himchan guy's personal slave.  How pleasant.

This writing event is one that is meant to force us all to focus not on writing our character in interaction with others but instead, on fleshing them out and learning/exposing information about them. So, have lots of fun with it!

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Mirai snaps her head up at him, mouth dropping and eyes widening at him. She never would have expected him to speak Japanese. Certainly, some people would learn and understand since she knows some Korean artists go to her home country to sing and promote their band. But someone as random as a flower shop owner, she couldn’t help the look of astonishment on her face. Mirai doesn’t say anything as he continues to look over her résumé.

He lets out a chuckle and another wave of heat washes through her again. Her mouth instantly closed and she dropped her head once again. Is the translation that bad? Did it say something weird or funny or plain silly? What is he thinking? “Congratulations,” Once again, she looks up at him sharply, this time her mouth is opening and closing, wanting to say something, but unsure how to say it.

“E-Eh?!” She exclaims, “is true?” She asks uncertainly, bringing her hands up together in front of her chest, staring up at him with her wide dubious eyes. “N-No question?” She crisscrossed her arms, a habit gesture of denial. Mirai didn’t question herself why she’s continuing to speak in Korean, even though it sort of made her look like a fool in her attempts to communicate with her new boss properly. She does question his decision in allowing her the job, it’s not that she isn’t grateful for the opportunity, but she knew that if she is trying to hire someone, she would at least get a few interview questions out. Or schedule an interview session where she is in more proper clothing. Sure, her uniform is considered formal attire, but for an interview or presentation, not exactly.

Of course now that he actually went through with this spur of the moment plan of his, he would surely have to figure out all of the logistical side to it. First he would dig around and find the extra black, back-tie apron, which is exactly what he was in the middle of doing. After that he’d get his hands on some forms that he needed to file for tax purposes and also get Mirai’s contact information from her application and copy whatever was there into his phone, and not to mention sit down and concoct a schedule with her. He assumed the afternoons through evenings would be best for her, considering she was still in school and all. With the apron and now a notepad with a pen in his hands he set them up on the counter top, looking over towards his new employee. "Alrighty," he started, clicking his ballpoint pen and scribbling a mess of a line on the blue-striped pad in front of him, "let's start with your availability? I'm guessing you only want to work at the most twenty hours a week? Maybe Fifteen? What we could do is spread those out in shorter shifts throughout the week so you can still go home and study and whatever else? Oh, also, make sure you wear that smock every time you come in. And it would probably be a good idea to not wear such a nice uniform while handling plants, right? Right."

With a small sigh, he muttered back, “You’re welcome sweetheart.” He tossed around pet names constantly, it was just a thing he did. He watched as the other picked up the dishes and went to the sink. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he looked over his shoulder as the man quietly washed any dirty dishes. It felt strangely domestic and he couldn’t help but feel a slight warmth work through his chest. It had been a long time since anyone had stepped foot into his place and even though it was practically forced. He’d take it.

“We’ll manage the time somehow, you’ll still have your regular hours at the shop, I won’t take that from you but I can’t make any promises that you won’t need to close up early some days.” He paused to take a sip of water, not bothering to check if the man was listening to him or not, he knew he was. “If you’re ever going to be late, I want you to call or text me, I’ve already programmed my number into your phone.” He smirked when he heard spluttering behind him, but he continued before the man interrupted. “You’re welcome to anything in my house, if you’re hungry, eat something, if you’re tired, take a nap, if you’ve finished all your duties, then watch television, I really don’t care.”

Swiftly, he got up and walked over to where the other was still washing dishes. Biting his bottom lip, he came up from behind and slipped his arms around the man’s waist, slowly sliding a hand over his stomach and up to his chest. Himchan smirked when he felt the man freeze and drop the plate he was washing back into the soapy water. He blew air against the back of his neck before going on his tippy toes and leaning in closer to his ear, whispering seductively, “But if you ever get bored… you can always come to me for that.” With a giggle, he slipped the glass he was using earlier into the soapy water and backed away completely.

As soon as the skinship ended, Soohyun felt his hot head deflate back down to earth, looking down and sighing as he found more dishes placed down in front of them. He got them done rather quickly though, considering his system was all hyped on the adrenaline that moments ago had started to pump out to every part of his body. Trying to stay calm, and doing a poor job at that, he turned his head to face the prostitute and watched as a bag of homemade cookies was pushed towards him. He focused on them, worried that if he looked the blonde in the face the heat he had felt on his cheeks would all come rushing back. ”Oh, ah…” he said in a more raspy voice, immediately after coughing to try and clear it. ”I, uh… Thanks. Th-they look really good.” Feeling parched suddenly at the lips, he licked them with a quick roll of the tongue and found himself still lingering on the thought of Himchan’s hands. That was until those thoughts were interrupted by the blonde’s voice in a question.

My name?