❛ tea mugs & buttercups｡
˟ ( @steintw ) ･ﾟ☆
it’s a normal, uneventful day for hoseok.
he’s gone about his normal routine-- he’s worked his one night at the diner, had a nice bath to himself, and woken up this morning to start his day. first, he gets to the shop early to tend to the plants, watering them. then, he sweeps the rustic hardwood floors, and dusts off the cash register and the counter and all of his shelves. and finally, he ties his apron around his neck and waist, and sits down at his pottery wheel in the right hand side of the shop. there are no classes today-- so hoseok gets to enjoy the time to himself and let his cashier tend to the store.
the ringing of the bells signifies a new customer, and he hears the young employee’s voice chirp out her usual bubbly greeting as the newcomer no doubt is navigating their way through the greenery. “hi there! welcome to flowers and stuffs, can i--” and the next thing seok hears is a squeak and a small thud, before the sound of hasty footsteps and suddenly hands are grabbing onto his clay stained white, button-up, shirt. “boss--” she hisses, “there’s a scary man out there he’s all glare-y and--”
hoseok blinks at her before understanding settles in his features, and he gently pats her shoulder. “you can go to lunch, i’ll take care of it.” he stands up calmly as she scurries off, dusting his hands off on his apron. he rounds the corner and sure enough-- the stoic faced man he suspected is standing there.
"yoongi,” he greets quietly, nodding his head at him as he wipes his arm across his cheek ( and smears more clay, instead of wiping it off ). “i have some thistle cookies to share with you. they’re my favorite-- my friend helped me make them. what kind of tea would you like today?” and his face is quite blank as every, but the corners of his lips are lifted slightly and his eyes are calm-- he’s happy the other has visited.
