#but also in pain because why can't I be a handsome and pretty 6 foot tall angel

[to-boldly-escape]

I want keanu reeves so bad but I also want to be him.

That's it. That the post.

[wongyuseokie]

Posy Bee | k.m.g

Summary: Mingyu is your colleague and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 3081 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and angst. Friends/Colleagues to lovers.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Mingyu being the most adorable and clumsy human. Who let him work in a flower shop, honestly? Mingyu is so flirty it is painful. All those fan calls where he’s flirting with carats did a number on me. Yelling, Mingyu’s clumsiness causes the reader to snap quite rudely at him. Reader snaps and yells at him, and Mingyu sulks A LOT. Swearing.

Smut Warnings: Mentions of arousal, but it’s mild, but still. Bed-breaking mentions. Sexual banter, but that’s it, really.

Authors Note: Thank you @here4btsfics, I can't thank you enough for always just letting me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu in general. You're such a delight, thank you for reading and beta'ing this and being an absolute angel 💕. Thank you also to @missgeniality, thank you for letting me drag you into the Seventeen stan life, it's been an absolute pleasure watching you simp along with me. Thank you for reading and giving me live reactions. I adore you too my bubs 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“Ah, shit!” You heard your coworker Mingyu swear, and you groaned, knowing that this was the second vase he broke today, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“Uh…Y/N, where is the vacuum cleaner?” You heard Mingyu ask nervously, and you counted to three, breathing deeply before walking over to him, carefully, of course.

“Mingyu, why don’t you let me do it?” You offered, trying to keep your composure.

“Do you not trust me?” Mingyu joked with an adorable pout on his handsome face.

“No, I do not. This is the second vase you broke in a day and the fifth this week, and it’s Tuesday,” you snapped, and Mingyu pouted more, nodding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu mumbled, looking down at the ground. Seeing how a 6-foot-tall man would shrink when scolded to the size of a puppy was cute. Damn Kim Mingyu and his sweetness. It was hard to stay mad at him.

It’s fine. You didn’t mean it. Why don’t you take orders from the two ladies who walked in? I’ll clean this up.” You suggested, and Mingyu mumbled a ‘sorry’ and headed over to wait on the ladies.

“You are such a sweet, handsome, kind man, and you know your flowers. Are you single?” You heard one of the ladies speak as you placed the vacuum cleaner behind the counter and smiled at their words. It was not uncommon for patrons to compliment Mingyu. He was effortlessly charming, kind, and easygoing. He was everything you ever wanted in a colleague; sometimes, you’d wonder how lucky you’d be to have a man like him.

That daydream was broken each time Mingyu broke, spilled, or knocked over something. So your days consisted of you daydreaming about him for 40 minutes until he broke something, and then you were rudely awakened.

“Ah, I am,” Mingyu responded to the order, and you turned to face him in surprise. You didn’t think he was. How was he single?

“Well, what about your lovely manager? She’s smiling so fondly at you,” the lady pushed, and you were starting to get annoyed, not just because she called you out. While the elderly were usually well-intentioned and meant the best, they often didn’t understand boundaries.

“I’m sure a wonderful person like her has someone. She isn’t someone you ever want to lose,” Mingyu said smoothly, and you were so tempted to smack him.

“I’m single, but I do not flirt with my employees. It is unprofessional, and I also don’t encourage or invite such nosey conversations either,” you answered.

Making sure to send a deathly glare to Mingyu and a softer glare to the lady who understood and gave you a gentle smile, quickly paid, and left the shop.

“That was kind of rude,” Mingyu mumbled.

“I’ll apologise, but you could have just stopped. What was with the whole wonderful person thing?” You countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I think you’re pretty cool, so I complimented you?” Mingyu said, unsure.

“Fine, thank you, but it was not your place,” you pushed, and Mingyu nodded.

“But really, I meant it. Anyone would be crazy to let you go,” Mingyu elaborated, and you sighed.

“Why, you’d keep me around?” You joked, and Mingyu nodded.

“You’d just keep me around to clean up your mess,” you mumbled, making Mingyu blush shyly.

“Possibly, you see, Y/N, I break a lot of things, but a heart is not one of them,” Mingyu claimed proudly, making you grin.

“Get back to work, Kim,” you mumbled, trying to fight off the smile on your face as you walked back to your office.

“Morning sunshine!” Mingyu greeted you the next day; he may as well have yelled it. It was too early in the morning. It was 10 am, but it was before your morning coffee, so it was too early. Way too early for him to be so chirpy.

“Oof, rough morning?” Mingyu asked when he saw the scowl on your face, and you shook your head at him.

“It’s early. How are you so happy?” You asked, making Mingyu laugh.

“Sunshine, it’s 10 am, not that early,” Mingyu said between giggles.

“Any time before my morning coffee is early,” you whined, and Mingyu laughed.

“It’s a good thing I grabbed you one then, right?” Mingyu chirped as he placed a brown bag in front of you. You immediately recognised the bag’s logo; it was your favourite coffee shop.

“Oh, my goodness, how did you know?” You asked excitedly.

“Simple, you always get this brand, and if you ever get anyone else coffee, you get it from here too, so yeah. There’s also a chocolate and a blueberry muffin inside. I got you both because I didn’t know which one you liked, actually,” Mingyu babbled, and you smiled fondly at him.

“Mingyu, thank you, you didn’t have to,” you mumbled shyly.

“I know,” Mingyu started to say as he leaned forward, his handsome face inches away from yours.

“I wanted to.”

“How are you single?” You asked later that evening. You had just put the closed sign in the window, and you were bored and decided to pester Mingyu instead.

“I’m sorry?” Mingyu asked, taken aback by your sudden question.

“The ladies, yesterday, you mentioned you were single. I’m just wondering how?” You elaborated as you plopped yourself onto his workstation, making him grin.

“Simple. I have no one to call mine, so that is how I’m single,” Mingyu teased, making you pout at him.

“Not satisfied with the answer?” Mingyu joked, and you shrugged.

“You’re tall, handsome, sweet, and give free food. How are you single?” You explained your question further, and Mingyu only smiled as he cleaned up his station.

“I don’t know how. I know I am. I could say the same for you. You’re pretty, funny, and sweet. How are you single?” Mingyu countered.

“I don’t give out free food,” you shot back with a smile.

“Right, that must be the winner. Free food, does that mean if I keep buying you breakfast, my single life will be a thing of the past?” Mingyu suggested as he inched closer to you.

“Uh,” you squeaked, unable to speak.

“I, um,” you stuttered. Was he always this handsome? Did his lips always look this soft and kissable? You thought to yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wet sensation that fell on your trousers, and you knew it wasn’t arousal. Instead, it was the bottle of cleaning solution that Mingyu, while flirting, accidentally emptied onto your pants.

“Oh my gosh,” you both yelled in unison.

You hopped off the counter, cringing as the cleaning solution ran down your trousers. You felt it start to seep into your shoes.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Mingyu apologised as he moved closer to try and help you, and you inched away.

“This isn’t how I’d ever want to get you wet,” Mingyu mumbled, and you glared at him.

“Do you think this is funny?” You asked, and Mingyu shook his head immediately.

“No, I was just trying to lighten the mood,” Mingyu defended, and you glared at him.

“Well, don’t. These trousers are new, and ugh. I’m going home. Can you lock up?” You said quickly, not wanting to get mad at Mingyu and not have a meltdown over trousers.

“Y/N,” Mingyu started to say until he saw how tired you looked and nodded quickly.

“Yeah, go. I’ll lock up,” Mingyu hurriedly said, and you nodded at him before grabbing your things and heading out.

You walked into the shop the following day to find a small teddy bear on your workstation, a brown box with cutlery on it, and your favourite coffee on the side. You turned to see Mingyu pouting from his workstation as he worked on another bouquet.

“Mingyu,” you spoke as you approached him. For a man so tall, he shrank so much when he was sulking that he looked like a puppy, just as cute and just as difficult to stay mad at.

“If you’re buying me breakfast because free food is a way to get my heart,” you started to say, and Mingyu shook his head furiously.

“No, I got it because I feel like a fucking fool, and also, how much did those pants cost? I’ll pay for the cleaning,” Mingyu babbled, and you placed a hand on his arm and squeezed gently to stop him.

“It’s okay,” you assured Mingyu as he continued to pout.

“A wash, and they’re good as new,” you continued, and Mingyu smiled softly.

“I feel horrible. I didn’t mean to,” Mingyu spoke as he tried to apologise again, and you squeezed his arm again.

“It’s okay, but if you want to make it up to me, maybe you can help me stay back and clean up tonight?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded eagerly.

“Of course, anything.”

“So, what did you mean when you said that wasn’t the way you’d want to get me wet last night?” You questioned later that evening as you two were cleaning up.

Your question made Mingyu hit his foot against a shelf in surprise.

“Uh, um. Nothing,” Mingyu mumbled as he shook his foot.

“Really?” You questioned with a grin, and Mingyu smiled shyly.

“I think I see it now,” you mumbled as you smiled fondly at him.

“See what?” Mingyu asked.

“Why are people so drawn to you? You’re hot and all, but also endearing—kind of hard to stay mad at you. You’re like a golden retriever. No matter how much you destroy the furniture, it’s damn near impossible to stay mad at you,” you explained, making Mingyu laugh.

“I’ve never broken furniture!” Mingyu protested, making you giggle.

“Not even a bed?” Your question with a smirk.

“Is that even possible? I haven’t had someone willing enough to test the theory with,” Mingyu said nonchalantly, making you gulp. Clearing your throat, you stood up and walked over to another shelf.

Standing next to Kim Mingyu was dangerous, not because he was devastatingly handsome, but because he could break something next to you.

“Can you grab the vase? I need to clean it.” You instructed, pointing to a peach-coloured vase left at Mingyu’s workstation.

“Yeah, sure, here you go,” Mingyu answered, his eyes widening as the vase slipped from his fingers and shattered onto the floor.

“Damn golden retriever,” you mumbled with a grin, and Mingyu let out a deep exhale.

“I’ll clean up. I know the drill,” Mingyu offered sheepishly, and you grinned at him as he bent down to pick up the bigger pieces of glasses. You leaned down carefully so that you were next to him.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his cheek, immediately tinting his cheeks and ears pink with the action.

“It’s easier to kiss you like this, I guess, height advantage and all,” you mumbled as you stood back up, making Mingyu smile again as he stood in front of you.

“So, do I get a kiss from now on? If I break things?” Mingyu joked, and you shrugged.

“I don’t see why not, as long it’s not my heart,” you mumbled, and Mingyu stepped forward to close the gap between you two.

“Never your heart,” Mingyu repeated as he bent his head to press his lips against yours, making you melt. You had never experienced a tender, gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Mingyu pulled away, and it was your turn to look down, flustered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

“Don’t forget to lock up, Kim,” you mumbled as you leaned up to place another kiss on his cheek and finally made your way out of the shop.

Today was just a bad day, a horrible day. You were slammed with orders left and right, all because Mingyu managed to charm more customers into buying more. While you were eternally grateful for the business, you weren’t so appreciative that he wasn’t helpful.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, his clumsy thumbs ensured that he wasn’t part of making a lot of the floral arrangements, but it was getting ridiculous. You needed to hire someone else, and just because you liked to kiss him didn’t mean you should keep him around, especially if he couldn’t make any arrangements.

You were putting the finishing touches on one of the more lavish arrangements when you heard a muffled crash at the front of the shop, and you lost it, but you knew there were customers outside, so you’d keep it together until the last customer left.

“Mingyu,” you said quietly as you approached Mingyu that evening, he was writing something in the order book, and you snapped.

“Stop taking orders, we can’t accommodate,” you snapped, and Mingyu placed the pencil down and looked up at you.

“But I can help. I’ve told you before I like art and decorations,” Mingyu argued, and you scoffed.

“You break everything you touch; I can’t keep you around or trust you to handle orders. I’ll worry that you’ll fuck up somewhere. Either it’ll be the vase that breaks, or it’ll break during the delivery,” you rambled, and Mingyu shrank with each accusation.

“You’ve never given me a chance. I wouldn’t screw up if it meant that much,” Mingyu countered, and you shook your head.

“You keep taking orders because all you have is charm, and that’s it. Mingyu, you don’t do any of the necessary work. Being charming isn’t enough,” you continued to hurl insults at him.

“Then why keep me around?” Mingyu asked, and you sighed.

“Because I thought you’d be responsible or, I don’t know, learn not to be a fuck up,” you ranted and bit your lip as soon as the words left your mouth, and you took a deep breath.

“A fuck up?” Mingyu repeated, looking down at the floor and then up at you.

“Mingyu, I didn’t mean it,” you tried to rush, and Mingyu shook his head.

“We don’t say things that we don’t mean,” Mingyu started to say. “At least I don’t. I told you I wouldn’t ever break your heart, but you just broke mine. You let your emotions get the best of you and let the best thing ever happen to you walk out the door. Consider this my one-week notice Y/N,” Mingyu stated as he stormed out of the flower shop, leaving you frustrated.

You’d fix it. You were determined to. You had to.

Over the following week, Mingyu barely spoke to or glanced at you, but he offered to lock up every night, so you let him. Today would be his last day at the flower shop, and you hadn’t managed to speak to him, let alone convince him to stay.

“Y/N, Mingyu, I must thank you both for the flowers,” you and Mingyu turned around to face the same lady who had been nosy about your love life a couple of weeks ago.

“You two love what you do so much. It translates in the service you give to each other, always top notch,” the customer complimented, and you both nodded, giving her stiff smiles.

“Ah, I apologise for overstepping, but Y/N, my grandson’s about your age, quite handsome too. He’s new in town and could do with friends his age. Would you be able to meet him for a coffee, maybe? Unless Mingyu here minds?” The lady asked with a wink, and Mingyu shrugged.

“Not a problem to me,” Mingyu said, even if his voice was strained.

“Unless your heart belongs to someone else, dear?” The lady asked, and you smiled softly at her.

“It does, but I think I broke his heart,” you admitted, and you noticed Mingyu turn to face you for a second before walking off.

“Was it his heart, my darling?” The lady asked, and you nodded.

“If it’s any consolation, he looks like a sad puppy, nothing a kiss and a hug can’t fix. He looks at you so adoringly. I can’t imagine him staying upset for long,” the lady advised, and you nodded, thanking her as you helped her with her purchases.

You were holed up in your office the rest of the day, unable to face Mingyu, and you certainly didn’t fancy saying goodbye to him either. Still, you had to, so you begrudgingly got out of your office and were Mingyu working at his station.

“Mingyu?” You spoke, making him turn around to face you.

“Oh, my goodness, Mingyu,” you said in awe as you took in the stunning bouquet.

“I told you I am creative,” Mingyu mumbled, and you walked closer to the arrangement.

“When?” You asked.

“Every night, when I told you I’d lock up, I’d add a bit to this and then lock up,” Mingyu admitted, and you turned around to face him again.

“Mingyu,” you started to say, and Mingyu shook his head.

“You’ve said enough. What you said that night wasn’t entirely wrong, a bit unkind, but I get it. You lashed out. I can be quite unhelpful, but I can do things right, and if you keep me, any damages I’ll pay out of my pocket, and I’ll help however and wherever,” Mingyu explained.

“You’ll stay?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded.

“The minute I implied it’d be my last week, I regretted it. I acted out of emotion, just like you,” Mingyu added, and you pouted at him.

“How can I ever make up for how I treated you?” You asked.

“Go on a date with me,” Mingyu answered.

“That simple?” You teased, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I just want to be with you again and steal more kisses and not break as much,” Mingyu admitted, making you smile as you nodded, and Mingyu moved forward, pulling you into his arms and moving his head to place his lips against yours.

His soft lips met yours. He used his full lips to his advantage, sucking your bottom lip, making you hum softly, and allowing him to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Mingyu pulled away with a grin, and you smiled at him.

“You never broke my heart, by the way. I was being melodramatic,” Mingyu admitted, making you giggle.

“Is that what I can look forward to?” You asked, “Melodrama?”

“Yes, but I want to test out the bed-breaking theory. I promise you I am very serious about it,” Mingyu spoke.

“You know, with your luck, I’m sure you will break it.”