Just something short and sweet inspired by a tumblr prompt I’d seen ages ago... it was cute and I thought I’d put my own spin on it! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Summary: Jeongin knew he wasn’t imagining things. His flowers were vanishing right before his eyes and he was not going to rest until he figured out who was responsible for the disappearance.
Word Count: exactly 2000 words (for funsies), Jeongin x neutral reader
Note- this is fluffy and dorky but it mentions a relative who died and if that’s a trigger please don’t read this.
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Jeongin frowned thoughtfully as he counted the irises still blooming on the bush. One, two, three, four, five.
He could have sworn there had been at least seven yesterday.
“Jeongin, why are you staring at the bush? If you glare anymore, they’ll catch fire,” Chan chuckled softly from the porch of their house.
“But hyung, they’re vanishing! I’m telling you, there were seven yesterday, and now there’s only five! And the lavender bush looks more sparse too!”
Chan slid his feet into slippers and made his way over to the edge of the garden. After a few moments he let out a small thoughtful noise. “You’re right. Your flowers are vanishing. Maybe its one of the others playing a trick on you or something?”
“I’m going to keep watch until I find out. I spent hours on the flowers; whoever’s messing with them is going to get it.”
A laugh escaped Chan as he went back inside to the kitchen to check on his pasta. “Call me if there’s blood kid.”
Okay, maybe I won’t make them bleed, but I swear if it’s Minho hyung’s cats messing them up or Kkami tearing things someone is going to pay for this.
Jeongin had a plan. No one was going to mess with his flowers again.
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Dew was twinkling lightly on the pretty green plants and grass in the front garden. The light breeze was blowing the wind chimes every so often, filling the air with pretty tinkling noises. It felt peaceful and calm, so unlike the normal hubbub that would fill the house once the rest of the boys dragged themselves out of bed.
Shifting slightly behind the stack of soil bags and various gardening implements, Jeongin shivered slightly in the crisp morning air. He’d counted the days that the flowers went missing, and it was always a Tuesday morning when he’d discover the theft.
So naturally, his Tuesday morning was now being spent crouched in the middle of a flower bed with his phone in hand, ready to snap photos of whomsoever was taking his flowers. This way he’d have proof to accuse the pets—it really was unreasonable how Hyunjin believed Kkami was a perfect angel who could do no wrong.
And that was when he heard the humming.
Someone was walking down the lane, humming quietly to themselves as they approached the fence that bordered the garden. Jeongin ducked lower behind the pile hiding him from view; being caught at this stage would probably not be very pleasant.
He peeked out from behind the edge of the shovel, to see a figure in a hoodie and sweats slide their hand through the fence and pick a few of the marigolds growing at the very edge of the garden. “Sorry about this,” the stranger murmured as they pulled their hand back through the fence and turned to go on their way.
Jeongin stared after the retreating figure in shock. He’d expected an animal of some time, but a person? Picking his flowers?
He needed a new plan to catch them in the act.
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“Jeongin, let it go, they’re just flowers!” Seungmin rolled his eyes from his perch on the kitchen counter.
“They’re not JUST flowers! I spend time on those! I work hard to make sure they stay alive, no thanks to you people. Do you think every college house looks this nice?” Jeongin was spluttering at this point. “Whoever that jerk is taking my flowers they’re in for it.”
Felix grinned from the dining room table where he had his homework all spread out. “How are you planning on confronting them Jeonginnie?”
“I’ll think of something. But I’m not letting my poor plants be terrorized another week.”
Just at that moment, the door swung open and Changbin, Chan, and Jisung entered, dragging their feet after another long night of composing and even longer morning of classes.
“Excellent. Channie hyung help me knock some sense into this kid. He’s ready to set up this elaborate Rube Goldberg-esque trap to stop someone from stealing his flowers. I mean really?”
“Oh cool! I think I built something like that for a high school project!” Jisung bounced over to his room, energy already refueled at the mention of a new project.
“Wait Jisung! Get back here!” Changbin ran after the younger boy, trying to stop him before he tore through the old papers piled under his bed.
Jisung was something of a pack rat.
“Why don’t you just ask the thief what they need the flowers for?” came the mutter from a half-asleep Minho on the couch.
Jeongin looked taken aback for a moment.
“You mean just… wait for them and ask why they’re stealing flowers?”
“Yeah. There’s probably a reason.”
“Huh” Jeongin frowned to himself. “That would probably work.”
“Great now you can go tell Jisung to not get to crazy planning some wild complicated thing,”
“I heard that! Fuck off!”
“Language!”
The house slowly dissolved back into the chaos that had characterized it ever since the nine of them had moved in together. But Jeongin felt slightly more at ease. He had a plan now.
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You padded down the sidewalk early Tuesday morning, hands jammed inside your pockets to keep them warm in the cold temperatures. Light frost sparkled on the lawns around you, glittering in the dawn light.
You could make out the flower house—as you’d dubbed it—twenty or so feet away from you. Muttering a small apology under your breath, you quickly covered the distance to the flower garden in a corner of the front yard and slipped your hand through the fence to pick the pretty daisies that were lining the edge of the brick retaining wall.
“So. Who are you stealing flowers for? They’d better be really cute to be worth it.”
You let out a little scream, wheeling around and almost falling over. There, in front of you, was a boy. Where did he pop out from?
He was staring at you with one eyebrow raised, amusement and disdain warring on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was tapping one foot against the ground impatiently.
“I was—”
“Well? I’m assuming you’re stealing my flowers to give to someone, and I want to meet them. Might as well see who’s been getting the products of my hard work this whole time.” The boy frowned at you. “Go ahead, grab the marigolds, a couple of the stems are already broken.”
You gaped at the unknown boy. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened in my life. I thought some sweet old lady lived here, not a cute boy.
“Come on then!” Realizing you were still in shock, the boy reached through the fence himself and plucked five marigolds and a sprig of baby’s breath.
“I’m so sorry I just… broke student life you know? I’m really sorry about stealing your flowers…” you trailed off, realizing the boy had never introduced himself.
“Jeongin. Apologies won’t get you out of it that easily. I’m coming along on your date and telling your partner where you’ve been getting them flowers. What’s your name? Or should I just call you flower thief?”
Arguing was probably not going to get you anywhere. The only way out of this was going to be the truth… maybe Jeongin would take pity on you once he saw where you were going.
“I’m ______.”
“Cool. Now that we’re introduced, I can follow you without being a weirdo. Let’s get going, can’t keep your friend waiting for their flowers.”
You nodded slowly and began walking once more. Jeongin fell into step with you, flowers dangling from his long fingers. The two of you walked onwards in silence, turning the corner and nearing your destination.
After a couple of blocks, the graveyard came into view. And you heard Jeongin let out a tiny little gasp as the reason for the flowers dawned on him.
You pushed your way inside the wrought iron gate, taking the now familiar path towards the grave under the oak tree. You knelt next to the headstone and smiled sadly at the worn granite.
“Hi Grandmum. I guess it’s time to come clean about the flowers… Jeongin’s been the one growing them. I’m sorry I couldn’t… but then you know how bad my green thumb is. I’m more likely to bring you half dead cacti.”
Jeongin bent down next to you and placed the marigolds on the grave. He was quiet, no longer brash and belligerent.
“Anyways, I’ll come see you next week… love you.” You wiped away the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you stood up and turned to leave.
There was silence as you made your way out of the graveyard. Jeongin followed you quietly, not really daring to even look you in the eyes. You held the gate open for him and then closed and latched it behind him, before turning back to head to his house once more.
“So, pretty enough to warrant me stealing your flowers?” You asked, cracking a light smile at the boy.
It was almost as though a dam had just burst. “Oh my god I am so sorry I had no idea! I was so rude and harsh I—I’m so sorry!” The words flooded out of his mouth, tripping and twisting him up.
Your smile grew a little. Jeongin was pretty cute when he was all flustered like this.
“It’s okay, really. She’s been gone for a few years, but I still try and visit her once a week… thanks for the flowers by the way. I can never keep them alive myself, and when I saw yours… I didn’t think anyone would miss them.”
“About the flowers,” Jeongin scratched the back of his head nervously, before turning to face you once more. “I could maybe teach you a couple of my tricks, and you can grow some of your own? You could help regrow all the flowers you’ve picked from my garden.”
“I’d take you up on that offer, but I’d probably just kill all your flowers.”
Jeongin laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Trust me. One of my friends almost killed a potted iris by watering it too much. I think we’ll be fine.”
You looked down at the cracks in the sidewalk, turning the offer over in your head. Maybe it was worth it? Jeongin seemed really sweet and kind.
“Alright, but you can’t blame me when all your green children die.”
“They won’t.”
You’d reached the gate of Jeongin’s house, and he paused next to it. “Are you free tomorrow around this time?”
You felt your cheeks heating up, but you nodded. A bright smile spread across his lips and you couldn’t help but return it.
“Perfect. I’ll see you then for your first lesson.”
He waved as he closed the gate behind him and latched it before running up to the door. You watched him go before turning back towards your own home.
He was really kind of cute. And sweet.
You couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning. Even if you had to wake up ridiculously early just to see Jeongin, you had a feeling it would be worth it.
Bonus:
“So, who’s your flower thief kid?” Minho asked as Jeongin entered the house.
To his surprise, Jeongin blushed heavily, turning towards the kitchen without saying another word.
“Hey! I was talking. No respect from you youngsters these days,” Minho cribbed as he followed Jeongin. “Guys! He’s hiding something.”
“Don’t bother Minho. I saw the whole thing.” Woojin smirked at Jeongin’s blushing face. “So, you’re going to teach your flower thief gardening? Careful they don’t steal your heart along with those flowers.”
“SHUT UP HYUNG!” Jeongin flounced off to his bedroom, cheeks fully aflame now.
Woojin just high fived Minho as they watched.
“You up for teasing the kid after his date tomorrow?”
