Flower Guy

It must've been the eyes or the blinding smile. Or maybe the clumsy way the guy handles the flowers, arranging them into a beautiful bouquet.

But Kim Kibum never thought he'd see someone so beautiful. The guy is simply perfect, even with his imperfections.

Flower guy. Yes, he'd call him that.

He was running an errand for his friend to pick-up a bouquet for his girlfriend. Yeah, some friend he is. So here he is, in the middle of the flower shop, silently admiring the flower guy.

"Next." Flower guy said with his melodic voice. And damn, Kibum's knees turn into jelly. "Uhh, sir? Is everything alright?"

Kibum snaps into reality. "Ah, yes. I'm here to pick up something for Kim Jonghyun?" He says. Thankfully his voice didn't betray him.

"Oh, I see. I'll go get it, sir."

"Thank you," He squint his eyes at flower guy's nametag. "Jinki."

Flower guy  Jinki flashed a wide grin in return.

Kibum then remembers, his mom likes flowers right? It's not a bad idea to drop by everyday and buy a flower or two.

As long as he gets to see, Jinki, his flower guy.