Kim Taehyung !/! vkook

Are you serious? Another bouquet? Taehyung asked skeptically, wiping the damp floral display table with a dry towel and not looking up. He paused and leaned on both hands, towering over the table. "Jungkook, you understand that I'll just put it back on display, right? " The brunette's appraising gaze slid over the face of the man in front of him, who had once again bought a bouquet from this flower shop to give to Taehyung—a newly hired florist who mercilessly rejected and thwarted any attempts to get to know him better. "Seriously, I appreciate your time, but I'll be putting the bouquets you buy here back on display. " He sighed wearily, as if he explained this to every third persistent customer, and with mechanical movements, carefully folded the towel, tossing it on the edge of the table. Wiping his hands on the florist's signature apron, the guy ran a hand through his dark hair in a gesture of mild irritation, checking the wall clock. 7:58 PM – closing in two minutes. Now, if there are no more questions, please leave. He waved vaguely, almost casually, toward the door, clearly finishing his monologue and ushering Jungkook out, as he needed to finish his shift and tidy up the store.