the croony, staticy voice of stevie nicks fills the small flower shop from the record player in the corner, and hannie is unable to stop the way his hips sway softly to the back beat of the drums as he makes his way towards the work table. his once full glass of wine is slowly becoming more empty with each sip, savoring the flavor of red grapes as it bursts across his tongue. these are the nights that he lives for–surrounded by flowers in a quiet shop that he will soon turn into the most beautiful bouquets for the morning rush.
expect this time hannie isn’t alone ( like he usually is ). daehyun is standing before him, tall and broad and so much more handsome than he was before he left, that for a moment hannie can’t help but question if he’s dreaming. the excitement of the younger being home still hasn’t wavered, and each time hannie looks at him it bubbles right up in his chest once more. the smile that crosses his lips at the sight of daehyun fumbling his way through tying a bouquet together is one that he can’t stop.
not that he wants to stop it anyway.
❝ daehyunie, no– ❞ his laughter is windchime soft, and hannie places his glass of wine onto the work table and idly wipes his palms on the apron around his waist before reaching out to place his hands over the other male’s. ❝ like this. ❞ he doesn’t move his hands as he works daehyun through the steps, allowing him to feel how to move his fingers before they’re tying the paper and flowers into a perfect, neat bow. ❝ there, like that! you’re getting the hang of it! ❞
tying bouquets was quickly becoming one of daehyun’s least favourite tasks. he wasn’t sure if his hands were too big or if the ribbon was too thin, but something about the precision needed to do the task well was lost on him. the wine he had been drinking --- on his second glass already --- certainly wasn’t helping his case, and he was sure he had been trying to tie the same bundle of flowers up for fifteen minutes. a cross between a grumble and a frustrated whine bubbles in his throat, spilling quietly past his lips. he elects to place the bouquet down for a moment, picking up his wine glass and taking another large sip before carrying on.
after six more tries, almost getting it each time, he can feel his frustration reaching it’s peak. calling it quits and going back to clipping thorns off roses was looking like a good option, until hannie’s soft, teasing voice reached his ears. there was no way he could fight a smile when he heard hannie’s giggle, eyes flickering up from the bouquet to land on what daehyun actually considered to be the most beautiful thing in the shop. flowers be damned when hannie was tipsy and dancing to fleetwood mac, or carefully placing his own hands over dae’s to show him how to tie up the flowers. it’s hard to watch their hands when all he wants to do is raise his gaze to meet the other man’s, but he stifles his urge and does his best to pay attention to the careful motions of hannie’s small fingers.
“ i don’t think i’m made for tying ribbon, ” dae mutters when hannie completes the bow. he raises his hands up to face level, turning them as though he were inspecting them. “ my hands are too ... big and unsteady. ” a soft chuckle leaves him as he takes the bouquet from hannie’s hands before placing it down in the ever-growing pile of completed arrangements.
“ you should let me make one, ” he suggests, nodding towards the flowers. the motion makes his head swim for a moment --- the wine and the intense perfume of the flowers surrounding them making him feel a little dizzy. “ i think i’d be better at that. ”
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