prompt : “i named my little plant after you”
pairing : taeyong x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used)
genre : fluff, can be either platonic or established relationship/boyfriend au
warnings : none
word count : ~0.47k
requested by : anon
“Hey,” you greet Taeyong, answering his video call. From the screen of your phone, you see his ceiling fan spinning. There’s no sign of him. “Taeyong?”
“Yeah, hey!” he answers, his voice a bit distant from his phone. There’s some rustling around and then you see his head pop up on the screen. The view changes as he lifts his phone up and smiles into the camera while waving. “Hey, sorry. I was just throwing something away.”
You lay down on your bed, settling comfortably on the comforter. “It’s fine. What’s up? What did you want to show me?”
Taeyong had texted you earlier saying he had a surprise for you that he could only show you over video call. Though a bit impatient, you had finally managed to wait until the evening when the both of you were free to see what the surprise was.
“Okay, hold up.” Taeyong moves around again, this time with his phone in hand. You can hear him moving around his room until he finally stops near his window. He grins at you and asks, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, hurry up and show me,” you whine, unable to contain your curiosity.
Taeyong flips his camera and on your screen you see as he moves closer to show you a small, pink succulent. “Ta-da! Look what I bought at the store!”
“Oh my god! It’s so cute and pretty!”
“I know right? It was on discount too.” Taeyong flips the camera so that it’s facing him, and picks up the plant in one hand. He holds it up beside his face and you quickly take a screenshot. It’s tiny in comparison to his other plants, but cute nonetheless.
“Did you name it yet?” you ask. You take a few more screenshots, just so you could tease him about having too many kids of different species later on.
“Actually…” A rosy colour rises to Taeyong’s cheeks that you don’t pay much mind to. It could have been the lighting that caused his face to change colours.
“I, uh, actually, I named my little plant after you.”
Taeyong laughs nervously. “I mean, it’s cute like you. It doesn’t mean anything, you know. I have a fish named Mark too.”
“So I’m not special then,” you sigh. You pout jokingly, jutting your lips out.
“Hey! No, you are special,” Taeyong backtracks, “I just meant that—”
You cut him off with a laugh. “I’m kidding, Yongie. It’s cute that you thought of me, thanks. I should go buy a plant for myself and name it after you too.”
“You don’t have to.” Taeyong moves so that he can put the plant away. Then he goes to sit on his desk chair.
“I should, though. I can name it TY Track.”
