A florist rents her extra apartment to Min Yoongi, a tattooist. Unknowing to her, he rented the plot next to her flower shop to set up his studio. She was displeased to say the least. 

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Her lips pursed together as she carefully placed Hydrangeas, Sweet peas, Astilbe in an intricately arranged manner. The dusty pink shade of the astilbe complimented the white blossoms well. Several queen’s anne’s lace speckled throughout which coruscated celestially. She tightly bound the stalks with a ring of golden wire and encased the bouquet with lustrous golden satin cloth. The golden; rich and vibrant. 

She stepped back to gage her work better. She slightly adjusted the cloth and examined the arrangement again. 

She smiled to herself with satisfaction. She was proud of herself. The posy embodied elegance and grace.

He observed her quietly, breathing lightly in order to not disturb her. A slight blush spread across his cheeks. His fingers entwined together as he watched her with concentration and pure fascination. 

When he impulsively walked into the nearest flower shop for a bouquet, he didn’t expect to be buying artwork. Especially by an artisan as bewitching as her.