I'm bored, let's talk Florist Thomas & Barista Minho
Remember this? Don't forget this either. You can pry these two out of my cold, stiff hands
Thomas with an interest in botany, setting up a small flower shop to earn some money on the side
And also because with great botany, comes great flower-growing capabilities
It's a pretty small shop, jammed in between a bunch of other shops, but it's cute and, as his sister says, quaint, and for a while, life is good
He starts joking with Teresa that he has a war going on with the coffee shop across the road
It slowly stops being a joke
There's really three main parts to a flower shop: The flowers, the vases, and the scents
And with the stupid coffee shop blowing in the overwhelming smell of a bakery, sugar, and espresso, it was nearly impossible for Thomas to get that third part right
He ends up with a genuine feud with the coffee shop (not that the coffee shop is aware of it) and refuses to buy coffee there
....except Thomas loves coffee.
So he walks 3 miles to a different shop to buy it from
He blames part of his passion on Teresa, who loves hearing him rant about that damn coffee shop on the phone and often picks up his calls with, "How's the Depresso doing?"
It all changes in a single afternoon, when the bell on his door rings, and an ethereal young man steps inside.
There's no other word for it. He is fucking ethereal. Heavenly and gorgeous, and while he's wandering around the cramped shop, marveling at the vibrant hues and massive blooming flowers, Thomas has to consciously remind himself not to drool
The man picks out a single chocolate cosmos.
And because Thomas' mouth runs a mile before his brain, he says, "Not ready for the full bouquet?"
The man laughs (thank god) and just says that no, he'd actually love a full bouquet. He just isn't sure if his wallet would be happy that he's dropping so much cash on some flowers.
He smiles at the vase of a full bouquet of chocolate cosmos, which is sitting on display on Thomas' windowsill, and it was such a tender and joyful smile that Thomas decided right then and there that he wanted to see it forever.
"I'm actually doing a Valentine's event right now. Free flower crown of your choice."
Thomas is, in fact, not doing a Valentine's event right now. And he has absolutely no plan of making a free flower crown for every customer that walked through that door.
The man would be none the wiser, he tells himself, as he deftly braids together a crown.
It's just as he's leaving that Thomas realizes he doesn't even know his name.
Thomas mouth must truly be untethered from rational thought because he actually shouts, "Wait!"
The man stops and looks back, and Thomas splutters for a non-weird excuse.
Sunlight glints on something metal pinned to the man's chest. Thomas squints at it. A nametag.
Minho.
It's only then that Thomas notices the sage green apron that Minho is wearing.
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