#also found out that my manager thinks im 'the sweetest person and if a customer gets mad at me thats on them'

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only managed to put out like 5/42 total candles one night when i was the only host on a super busy night and i was just like, atp candles are the least of my worries

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Sunflowers

Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non AU

Summary: Y/N works at a small local art supply store while she is a university student studying art in Korea, and one day she receives a really unexpected customer at the worst of times.  (Or the one where Y/N has the pleasure of meeting one of her idols, but of course it had to be when her hair was a mess and she was covered head to toe in paint splatters.)

Word Count: 2,447

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @kdrawvh , who has recently been sharing in my lack of loyalty and slipping into hoseok’s lane along with me,,,,thanks for always being there with me lmao.  Hope you enjoy this, lovely! (Btw: Fine pupper ;))) )

Whenever the dialogue in quotes is bolded, it means someone is speaking korean  idk korean so im writing it in english but pretend they’re speaking korean they’re in korea okay

I imagine him looking something like this for this story (the image isn’t mine): 

It had been a pretty slow day at the small art store.  Not too many customers, not too many deliveries, and not too many interruptions in general.  Y/N was fairly pleased because this meant that she had basically had the majority of her 7 hour shift to herself to work on her painting behind the counter at the front of the small store.  Her unlimited access to all of the supplies the store sold was one of the main reasons she took the job in the first place, so it always brightened her mood just a little more when she actually had time to use those supplies.  

Y/N was just in the middle of re-tying her hair up in a ponytail after it had fallen out for the umpteenth time that day, when the bell above the door rang.  With her hands full, she couldn’t really take out the paintbrush she was holding between her teeth while she finished tying her hair.

“Jamkkanman (just a moment),” she tried to mumble, turning to flash as much of a smile as she could at the middle-aged lady who had just entered the shop.  Being an exchange student in Korea, Y/N always found herself forgetting the local customs and social norms, so she had to remind herself to return the polite bow the customer had given her in greeting.

After rushing to finish her ponytail, Y/N set down her paintbrush in the pot of brown paint she had been using and went to ask the customer if she needed assistance with her shopping.  The lady had refused her help kindly, so Y/N returned to the front counter (and her beloved canvas) to continue her work.  The mood was just exactly right for her due to the dusky sunlight streaming in through the store’s large front windows, and due to the soft songs that were currently playing over the loudspeaker from Y/N’s phone.

Thank god I didn’t forget to bring my AUX cord today...or else I wouldn’t have had decent music to listen to.

Soon enough the customer left without purchasing anything, and Y/N said goodbye and bowed as she watched the woman’s back move further down the street.  With every step farther the woman took, Y/N’s excitement grew all the more until she finally turned the corner and was out of sight completely.  

This meant that Y/N could go back to her painting.  

She silently cheered and smiled to herself while pumping one fist in the air, before standing back to admire the picture so far.  She had to reacquaint herself with the subject before continuing her shading and coloring with the multiple colors of paints she had out on the large easel she was using.  

Y/N had chosen a rather complicated source of inspiration today: Van Gogh’s Sunflower painting.  It was complicated not because of the subject of the painting, but because Y/N wanted to paint the sunflowers in a simultaneously different and similar way to Van Gogh, which was not something easy to accomplish.  She desired to make the painting her own somehow, but it was so hard when all she wanted to do was recreate the perfection that Van Gogh had created already all those many years ago.  Y/N once again picked up her wood palette in her left hand after considering the painting for a few more seconds, and picked up her brush with her right hand to begin mixing a dusty yellow color to shade in part of the flowers’ petals.  

But again, just as she had finished with the shading, she was interrupted by the small bell above the door chiming happily, and Y/N sighed quietly to herself before turning around, but her standard greeting died in her throat when she didn’t see the customer she expected to see.  With a furrowed brow, she peered curiously at the front door, but relaxed a little when she heard rustling down one of the aisles and then saw a flash of movement in the back of the store as (what appeared to be) a young man moved from aisle to aisle.  

“Do you need help finding anything today, sir?”  Y/N tried to speak loudly so that the customer would hear her, wherever he was in the small store.

“Ah, no, thank you!  I think I can find it okay on my own!”  Y/N started to turn back to her painting with a small smile on her lips, but a nagging voice in the back of her mind told her that she had heard that voice somewhere before.  

And as much as she tried to ignore it, she could not, so she closed her eyes and slapped her cheeks a little to make herself focus again before turning away from the store aisles and back to her artwork.  She chose an orange color this time and began to mix it with some brown paint that was already on her palette.  One of her favorite songs, Spring Day by BTS, started to play over the speaker and she found herself unable to resist humming along to the familiar tune even though there was another person in the store.

Little did she know, but the man that had entered the shop had realized he actually did need help finding his desired supplies, and had approached the front counter to ask for help, but was now captivated by the sight and sound of the young artist at work.  Her hair was askew and falling out of her pony tail, and there were dots (and larger, more intentional spots) of paint all over the girl; from what the man could see, the paint seemed to be everywhere from her hair, to her forehead, to her black t-shirt that sported the name of the shop, to the jeans that were cinched loosely around her waist with a belt that was, you guessed it, also covered in paint splotches.  But all of this didn’t matter to the man, and it may have even enhanced the image of the almost ethereal girl that was glowing in the sun and painting it’s flowers, while singing one of his band’s songs.

As he watched, he looked for an appropriate time to get the girl’s attention, and luck seemed to be on his side when the girl set down her paintbrush a few moments later in favor of fixing her ponytail again for the third time that hour.

“Ah, excuse me miss...” said the man, watching the girl’s shoulders jump slightly as she was startled.  He thought time would stop as she turned and he was finally face to face with her, able to finally meet the eyes that he had wanted to see ever since he heard her cheery, yet pensive voice ringing out across the shop.

Now Y/N, admittedly, had chosen to study art abroad in Korea with the thought in the back of her mind that she would maybe, possibly, if the heavens were on her side, get to meet some of the idols of kpop she had admired and cherished for years (although she would never say it out loud).  But never did she expect to be given that chance on a random Thursday afternoon, at her job, with flyaway hairs running wild and paint all over herself.

Her humming to the chorus of Spring Day caught in the back of her throat as she found herself in front of one of her idols, Jung Hoseok himself, otherwise known as her hope, her angel, J-Hope.

Y/N struggled to find her voice while her mouth flopped uselessly open and closed because J-Hope was right in front of her and he was staring at her and their eyes were meeting and he wasn’t looking away and-

“I was uh...singing your song..rather off-key if I do say so myself..”

Y/N looked down at her shoes as she cursed herself for thinking that was a good thing to say first to the man she had often dreamed of meeting in person.  Although she was forced to look back up at Hoseok when he smiled the sweetest smile and replied that it was fine and that he actually rather liked her version of the song; she couldn’t just not look at the source of the voice that was dripping in honey and happiness even more than she had heard over her speakers for so long.  After hearing that J-Hope actually liked her rendition of Spring Day, Y/N felt like she could die there and then with no regrets, but she remembered that she still had a job to do and managed to stutter out a nervous “how can I help you today”.  

“Ah, do you know BTS?  I’m assuming you do since you knew all the words to our song, but you could just like that song y’know...I started rambling again didn’t I?  Sorry, I tend to do that alot, anyways, you know our Jin-Hyung, right?  Well, he’s making more of his famous hearts to send to ARMY during our next concert and he needs a giant sheet of red poster paper and glitter, do you know where I could find that?”

Hoseok was normally not nearly as nervous as he was around Y/N, but for some reason he found himself greatly affected by the innocent and almost reverent way she stared at him wide-eyed as he spoke.  

Y/N was having almost the same problem as she tried to comprehend the fact that Jung-Fucking-Hoseok was live and in person a foot away from her while also trying to understand the rapid-fire Korean that the same man had spit in his haste to ask his question.  Now she definitely knew his rapping skills were no joke.

Composing herself as best as she could, Y/N finally answered Hoseok with only a smile (one that dazzled his eyes and made him feel like he had actually been staring at the sun instead of at a human woman), and beckoned for him to follow her down one of the aisles where she knew the paper, glue, and glitter was kept.

“I think you’ll also need some glue, unless you guys have that already...”.  Y/N stopped abruptly so that she could lean over and rummage through a drawer of different bottles of red glitter, and Hoseok had to stop himself from bumping into her and knocking the poor girl over, leading to him being slightly more flustered than he already was.  

But Y/N had already lost most of her nervousness, slipping into her comforting world of arts and crafts, and almost forgetting that she was currently standing next to one of the world’s most popular Korean idols. Almost.

A nervous silence settled over the two as Y/N continued to gather the paper and glitter that Hoseok had requested, and as Hoseok continued to try his best not to stare at the girl before him and trace the paint on her skin with his eyes.  

They both tried to speak at the same time, effectively shutting them both up and having the exact opposite affect of what they had wanted previously.  But this only made them start laughing really loudly, and soon both Hoseok and Y/N were practically rolling on the floor.  They had both been so nervous that their feelings had manifested in the form of almost-maniacal laughter.

Once they had both started to sober up, Y/N showed the glitter she had selected to Hoseok for his approval, and he had smiled fondly at her while nodding in confirmation that her artistic judgement was indeed perfect.  

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it perfect but...”

Hoseok couldn’t help but let his lower jaw drop open in surprise before realizing his mistake and fixing his expression once more.  “Did I...did I say that out loud just now?”

Y/N just giggled (and Hoseok swore it was even an more beautiful sight and sound than Jin-hyung singing and playing Awake on the guitar) before nodding a yes in his direction.  Hoseok simply laughed a little at himself as he awkwardly ran a hand through his hair, while in his mind he was praying to every single one of his lucky stars that he could make it out of the store without embarrassing himself further.

Y/N kept laughing quietly to herself at how much cuter Hoseok was in real life as she continued to lead him down the aisle to collect the rest of the things he needed.  Once they were all done, Y/N and Hoseok made their way to the front counter.

“Ah, Y/N, let me carry all that stuff.  I am the one buying it after all.”

Y/N felt her stomach flip and fireworks go off in her heart when she heard her name falling from Hoseok’s lips; it was something she never thought she would get to hear (considering she had also forgotten that she was wearing a nametag on her uniform shirt).  It was all she could do to stop herself from squealing, so she started to ring up Hoseok’s items in a valiant effort to distract herself.

But as any reasonable person knows, it is rather hard to ignore the actual sun when it is brightly watching and smiling at you from mere inches away as you scan barcodes and tap on electronic touchscreens.  

Y/N managed to slip into a comfortable silence within herself, when Hoseok chose to shatter it with his next words.  Y/N hadn’t even noticed that she had finished ringing him up and charging his credit card, pushing a receipt and a pen at him for him to sign.  

“I really like your take on the Van Gogh, by the way.  Those sunflowers remind me of you a little.”

Hoseok felt a tiny smirk spread on his lips as he saw the way Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at the wink he threw her way, impressed at himself for how quickly he was able to get his butt in gear and actually start flirting with the girl he had found attractive since the moment he had walked into the store.

He quickly finished signing the receipt and turned it around so that it faced Y/N once more, and left the store with a quiet “thank you” and one more sunny smile thrown over his shoulder.

Y/N felt a similar smile overtake her features as she looked down at his receipt that now bore his familiar autograph, along with his chat ID on a popular messaging app.  Y/N couldn’t believe she had taken the tiny bells above the door for granted for so long, as they were what had alerted her to her dream come true in the first place; she would make sure to never forsake the little silver bells again.

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