#golcha comedy

The doorbell rang joyfully above your head when you entered the flower shop - called Coup de foudre - your grandmother had told you about. She had said that it was her favourite and that she had always come here for flowers and plants because the range was wide, the prices were good and the service was excellent.

Knowing how happy she would be receiving a bouquet of flowers for herself while she was in the hospital, you made your way to the counter where a slender guy was casually leaning onto the wooden material. When he saw you, he pushed himself up and smiled at you brightly as if he had been in some kind of a toothpaste commercial.

You had to admit that he was a sight to behold with that charming smile of his, shining eyes, chestnut-brown hair, sharp jawline and broad shoulders. He wore a casual white tee underneath an ocean-blue denim jacket, yet his smile was the one that got you the most. It made you feel like the flowers were blooming and the sun was shining through the thick, dirty grey clouds.

“Good afternoon! I would like a bouquet of peruvian lilies and daisies!” You ordered as you stepped closer to the counter and reciprocated the guy’s smile. He looked puzzled for a moment but then he reached for a bouquet not too far from him and put it down in front of you.

“Oh, right. Here you go.”

“Are you sure these are the ones that I’ve asked for? My grandmother said that they are supposed to be yellow and white,” you mentioned as you remembered your grandmother’s favourite type. You might not have been an expert when it came to plants but you sure knew it because it was her favourite.

Hearing that, the guy’s smile wavered for only a fraction of a moment, it was there in the next moment in an even brighter and more charming version.

“Well, why don’t you take these home instead?” he suggested casually as he pointed at the bouquet. Then, he put his palms onto the counter and leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Pink fits your tinted cheeks,” he added cheekily and even winked at you to which you only narrowed your eyes.

Maybe he was right about your tinted cheeks but it was only because of the hot weather outside and the fact that you had just escaped a bus full of sweaty bodies and you were also sweating yourself due to the crazy heat. It was definitely not because of him and his charming smile.

“I’m not taking home something that I haven’t asked for,” you stated firmly and cleared your throat before you continued. “Are you new here?”

“No, I’ve been around here for sometime.” He shrugged his shoulders casually, pushing himself off the counter. You had a feeling that he was trying to play it cool, but you didn’t want to call him out before you let him know about the reason behind your suspicion.

“My grandma told me that I’ll be greeted by a pretty, young lady when I come here.”

“You’ve got a handsome, young man instead. Isn’t that amazing?” he counter-attacked with a wide grin and ruffled his hair, probably just to tease you. You had to admit that he was indeed a handsome guy and there was just something very intriguing about the way he talked, but he was getting on your nerves for the time being.

Letting out a sigh, you realized that you would probably not go anywhere with this guy, so you decided to step up your game.

“Where is that woman my grandma talked about?” you asked sternly, hoping that it was concrete enough for the guy to give you a genuine answer.

“Oh, you mean the owner?” He raised his eyebrows comically and his eyes doubled in size as if it had been that difficult for him to process that you were here for someone competent and not for flirting.

You nodded and it was finally enough of an answer for him to give up on handling everything by himself as he shouted into the back part of the shop: 

“Lee Mijooooooooooo!”

There was a moment of silence that fell over the place before a strong female voice was heard.

“Yah, I’ve told you not to shout, Lee Jangjuuuuuun,” she mimicked the guy’s tone as she was walking from the back to the counter and when she caught sight of you, she dusted off her jeans and smoothed the wrinkles on her light peach blouse. “Oh, hey! What can I help you with?” she inquired kindly, in a way that was both polite and easily approachable. You knew already that this was the woman your grandmother had talked about.

“I would like a bouquet of peruvian lilies and daisies,” you repeated yourself with a bit of a nervousness because you couldn’t quite pinpoint their behaviour towards each other.

“Alright, just a minute, please,” the pretty girl told you with the widest smile possible and you were actually wondering if they were of the same blood because their smiles were kind of similar when the so-called Mijoo looked above her shoulder while preparing your bouquet and remarked:

“Also, don’t mind my dumbass cousin. I know he’s annoying.”

“Isn’t that too harsh, my dearest cousin?” The guy pouted sadly and there was such a childish vibe around him that you wondered how much of an age difference existed between the two of them. “I help keeping this shop going while you are on lunch break. As I’ve said, I’ve been around here for sometime,” he pointed out with an annoyingly wide grin to which her cousin merely rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, sure, you are just scaring off the customers,” she retorted with a snicker and turned back to the flowers, her hands working wonders on the types you had asked for. “What’s the occasion if you don’t mind me asking?” she spoke up after a few moments of silence while her cousin was still eyeing you and you were trying to busy yourself, looking at anything but the guy’s face. You were a bit afraid that your cheeks would become even more tinted if you actually kept looking at him.

“Oh, actually, my grandma is in the hospital, so I’ve wanted to bring her her favourite bouquet from her favourite flower shop,” you replied with a semi-happy smile because when you thought about your grandmother, you were always reminded about her wide smile and shining eyes, but now she was in the hospital because she hadn’t taken care of herself and had fallen down the stairs, and you were afraid that it wouldn’t be the first and last occasion she ends up in the hospital due to her carelessness.

“Aww how lovely!” Mijoo let out a bit of a sound in awe and your smile became wider, thankful that the girl was genuine about her reaction.

On the other hand, Jangjun couldn’t let this chance slip away because he was quick to chirp in, that grin not leaving his lips.

“Why don’t you take me instead? I’m sure I could brighten up the mood at the hospital for your grandma.” He winked at you, eyes full of mischief, and you were about to open your mouth, but Mijoo was faster than you.

“Yah, Lee Jangjun!” She exclaimed frustratedly, her voice full of authority. You may not had known them before, but you were sure that it was the girl who usually had the commander role out of the two of them.

The guy then played the innocent boy who hadn’t done anything wrong, throwing his hands into the air as if he had been saying that he didn’t get girls while Mijoo was finishing up your bouquet, putting it down in front of you and apologizing a few more times and telling you to not mind him while you were dealing with the payment. You reassured her that it was no problem on your part, after all, it wasn’t her fault and while the guy didn’t say anything beside her, you could see and even feel the playfulness behind his smirk.

You thought that you were done just like this, but after walking further away from the flower shop, someone fell into step with you and started walking by your side, his hands in his pockets, whistling as if he had never had a better day.

“You seem to have a lot of spare time on your hands,” you pointed out, furrowing your eyebrows in question.

“Or I’m just willing to keep the lovely elderly some fun company in my free time. We could say that I’m a hero without a cape,” he counter-attacked, wiggling his eyebrows.

It felt like no matter what you said, he could always say something that would leave you a bit speechless. He was sure one very talkative person, but with his personality, you were sure that your grandmother would enjoy herself. It was just difficult and a bit odd to admit such things to a total stranger.

“You sure have confidence,” you told him as you took a turn and he followed you like a dog, his confidence and enthusiasm not wavering.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take it however you want.” You smiled an overly sweet smile at him, not giving him the chance to misunderstand your words.

You continued bickering all the way to the hospital but eventually when he got in, he had to realize that you weren’t against him visiting your grandmother. However, you told him that it would be only for this day and if he did anything inappropriate or said anything hurtful, you would push him out of the ward without a word. He saluted hearing that and so you two walked to your grandmother’s room.

Your grandmother’s eyes immediately lightened up when you entered the room. Yet, when her eyes slid from you to Jangjun, there was a bit of a knowing smile being painted on her lips. You couldn’t help but frown a bit upon seeing the obvious consequences of Jangjun being by your side, him even adding to the misunderstanding.

“Oh, I see that I have another visitor today!”

“That’s right, ma’am. My name is Lee Jangjun, and I’m here to entertain you,” the guy enlightened her with a theatrical bow and he was about to give a kiss on your grandmother’s hand but you yanked his hand away. He needed to know his place.

“Are you two perhaps-”

“No, grandma. We aren’t dating,” you cut her off immediately, shaking your head fervently. “Today was the first time we met,” you added with a forced smile, hoping that this part of the conversation would end soon. However, the embarrassment wasn’t over.

Your grandmother let out a wholehearted laughter that you couldn’t pinpoint until she decided to add her reasoning.

“I’ve wanted to ask if you two happen to attend the same university, but that’s also a helpful piece of information,” your grandmother elaborated almost cheekily and you had to admit that despite her age, she was quite the woman herself. She had always been the less strict and more fun-loving grandmother out of the two you thankfully had and could spend your childhood with, and of course, the boyfriend topic had always been brought up, and you had just seemed to give her another reason to keep this topic alive.

“I’m pretty sure we’re not, but maybe it’s destiny that we still met,” Jangjun remarked and flashed a bright smile at you as he looked from your grandmother to your face. You put on another overly sweet smile - but mostly because of your grandmother, not because of Jangjun - and let the boy think that you two meeting had anything to do with destiny or whatsoever. You didn’t believe in such things anyway.

However, no matter how much you tried to deny, Jangjun actually made your grandmother really happy. She laughed and giggled so much, and it had been a long time ago since you had seen her acting so beamingly. Maybe it was because Jangjun was really like an entertainer and his choice of major - broadcasting masters after a similar BA - also proved that and him wanting to become an MC was not so surprising either. He really knew how to liven up the mood, how to change topics and how to add to basically anything anyone had said. He was hilarious, his life full of unbelievable and funny stories, and after a while, you found yourself loosening up beside him instead of being ever so cautious.

You weren’t even taken aback when your grandmother invited Jangjun to come back next time as well, and this was how the random guy from your grandmother’s favourite flower shop became the personal hypeman and storyteller to your grandma who couldn’t help dropping complimentary comments regarding you to make Jangjun as impressed as possible. You had a difficult time dealing with these two because you definitely didn’t like when someone played a matchmaker, and Jangjun just had to top everything with his own eccentric personality and charming smile - the one that you fell in love with, and the one that he just couldn’t not use on you, especially after he had gotten to know that it was your weakness and a way to your heart.