"What plants would you like to take home?" Yoongi asks my brother next, tapping his pen against his white knuckles while looking at him.

"For now I would opt for white roses and Shiloh." Taehyung seems to have decided on a choice. "What do you think, Y/N?"

"Uh...that is cool!" I say, obviously not being able to catch what he said because I was busy worshipping Yoongi in my head.

Before I know it, the cash receipt has been drawn up and the check is all ready to be settled. Yoongi walks over to the nursery and comes back with two pots, white roses in full bloom in one and beautiful purple buds of Shiloh in the other. "Where do you want me to load these on?"

I realize just then that we have spent over two hours here in this shop. Time flew by so quick.

"Could you deliver them home? We don't own a car and the scooter does not have space to-"

"Sure Mister Kim. I will ask my brother to drop the plant pots off at your home." Yoongi puts the plants down, interjecting with his suggestion to help. He straightens his back, and yanks his head backwards, in the process of stretching his body. I get a glimpse of his wonderfully sculpted Adam's apple and his neck. I'm almost ready to pass out.

Is he an incarnation of God? I am left gaping.

My brother nudges me. "Y/N..."

"I am coming." I answer impatiently as I walk to the exit where my brother is standing. I turn around one last time, just to take a last long look at the beautiful man, who smiles at me. I give a slight, hesitant smile in return.

9.30 PM

Taehyung comes to my room and knocks at the door. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Yeah, Tae?" I call out.

"Can I enter?"

"Why not?"

He enters the room and sits on the edge of my bed. I am at my worktable, finishing all of my school assignments for the next day at school. He smiles at me. "Working?"

"Yes." I reply.

"Which subject?"

"Math. And after that, English Literature."

"Keep studying, then." He stands up and makes his way to the door. "Good night, Y/N! Don't stay up too late!"

"Sure, Taehyung. Good night!" I squeak in response. He smiles while closing the door. I smile back.

What should I do next? I take my math worksheet out of the folder. It is on the topic of complex numbers. I put it back. I struggle with math as it is already, and my head is spinning as a bonus. Because of thoughts. Thoughts about a handsome man, who I met today for the first time. Thoughts about his chiseled jawline, and his face that was both cute and handsome at the same time. Simultaneously. Thoughts about his thighs, that seemed strong, just like a rod molded out of wrought iron. I close my eyes and smile to myself, color warming my cheeks up.

He is not alone on his job, though. Unlike what I had made out earlier in the evening. At the flower shop. He has a brother to help him out. I am curious to see for myself if his brother is also as handsome with godlike features as he is.

And what was with that parting smile? It spoke volumes. Has he taken fancy to me? Does he find me special? Do I interest him?

Nah-uh. My silly-ass mind is probably playing tricks on me. He is so good-looking, a million girls would queue up for him in just one call. Who knows, he probably must be in a committed relationship already. And anyway, it is basic courtesy to greet a person, while meeting or parting. That must be the correct reason. Don't overthink, Y/N! Fucking don't!

I sigh loudly and close my notebook rather loud. My head is all muddled up with half-cooked thoughts by now, and I will have to complete my schoolwork by waking up early next morning to avoid getting into the bad books of my teachers. They are a stingy lot, for all I can say. How the fuck can anyone be so cautious in giving good grades to their own students? I always wonder.

I had better go give my head some rest now. A good night's sleep. I jump into my bed, not caring to make it, and cover myself with the large Korean mink blanket that's my most prized possession, the last image occupying my mind being that of Yoongi.