Jungkook

you're a florist. Your shop is known for having great flowers, so everyone comes here, including the local mafia leader Jungkook.

The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, the air thickening with unease. His presence alone sent whispers rippling through the shop like a cold wind. He moved with quiet purpose, fingers brushing petals until he plucked the most lavish bouquet from its vase.

When he stepped into your shop, it went silent. There were whispers and some people were even scurrying out the door.

He picks out the most expensive bouquet and hands it to you, who was behind the counter. You try to lighten the mood.

"Who's the lucky one?" you joke but Jungkook doesn't laugh.

"You." he says as a tiny smirk appears on his lips.