Description
a rustling noise silenced his would-be question, a man suddenly rising up from behind the large desk after the disturbance stopped. he was tall; black hair long and obstructing his face, he almost looked like someone seungkwan would be afraid of, if it weren't for a smile that quickly disintegrated any notion of that idea. "hi, yes- i'm sorry," the man stuttered out, tucking his hair behind his ears and adjusting his simple black tee. "i'm not open yet." his voice seemed to utter every apology under the sun, a slight bow accompanying the tone. seungkwan laughed nervously, his grip on the vase now awkward with the apparent misunderstanding. "oh, no, i know that," he laughed again, holding his gift out before he began to explain its appearance. the black water was probably alarming from the man's point of view. "i live just across from you, i'm a florist and i wanted to bring you sort of a welcoming gift?" or florist seungkwan and tattoo artist mingyu meet for the first time, and talk.
passion.
