Paper Flowers
Description
Ten didn't know what confused him more: that the smoking hot tattoo artist next door wanted him to make a paper flower bouquet made from his favorite books, or the inevitable fluttering feeling he felt whenever Taeyong was close to him.
Foreword
"You can't look up an origami flower video tutorial on YouTube? I mean, I'm sure there are lots of them." Ten questioned the tattoo artist standing at front of the counter, arms crossed with a serious look on his handsome face. He had to force himself to not let his eyes wander all over those inked and lean arms of his, covered in words and symbols he wouldn't dare wrap his mind around.
The man smirked and rested his palms on the table. He leaned in close, to the point where Ten could no longer smell the fresh scent of the flowers behind him, but the musky stench of his cologne. The smell enveloped him so tightly that he felt his eyes go in and out of focus as he stared at the watering can on the counter.
"No, I don't want to." He backed away with a teasing smirk. Ten snapped out of his dazed state and returned the smirk with a suspicious stare. "And why is that, Taeyong?"
He kept his nose up high and proud in an attempt to stand his ground. Ten meticulously traced the wood grains of the counter as he looked into the other's eyes, waiting for some kind of response. A furrow formed between his brows when he saw a dark glint flash in the latter's piercing eyes.
"H-Hey wait you aren't supposed to come back here--!!" Ten squeaked when the latter entered the 'strictly' prohibited area behind the counter. He found himself backing up until his back hit the wooden walls. Bits of dirt and fertilizer had likely fallen on him from the shelves hanging about his head, but none of that mattered when a complete stranger was corning him in his own workplace!
Ten nervously raised the edge of his gardening smock to cover his face, completely blocking the tattoo artist out of view. He let out a soft whimper when he felt the wood next to his head endure a heavy impact. He didn't even have to turn his head to know that he had been completely cornered and caged between the flowers and a tattoo artist.
Shivers ran down his spine when he heard the man whisper haughty words in his ears. "Because it's in your nature to be pliable, Flowerboy." Ten's face turned redder than the roses that were on sale that day.
AYYOOOO I'm back peoples c:
I randomly had this idea last night and I really loved it. I even got the seal of approval from my best friend :3
IDK it's unique, I love flowers and tattoos and odd clichés, so this is a pleasant story to write.
This'll be possible... 4 chapters long? A lot longer than I originally intended, but I kept having more ideas as I wrote the first chapter so yEaH
Please look forward to whenever this is posted :D
Take care loves~
Signing off, Nic. ♡
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