tattooed gentlemen

Kang Dongho Mafia AU
  • you work at a flower shop across the street from a tattoo shop
  • it’s the oldest cliche in the book, but to be fair, when your aunt opened up the shop, the tattoo place hadn’t been there
  • you’re only working there to help out your aunt, but you find that the flower shop is a really nice place to work
  • you enjoy the lush feeling of the damp air, and how relaxing and calming it is to water the flowers and care for the various potted plants
  • you’ve noticed that a lot of people seem to come to the tattoo shop
  • and there’s always this one guy who goes with them
  • he’s pretty tall, muscular, with dark brown hair gelled up
  • one time, you point him out to your aunt and she clicks her tongue
  • “ah, those punks almost made me want to move my shop” she sighed “dear, don’t get mixed up with them. they’re the mafia”
  • you were never one to listen to adult figures lol
  • one time, you were casually watering some tulips when you heard someone cough awkwardly
  • (you were in the shop by yourself, since your aunt was out running errands)
  • you turned around to see the guy standing there, eyebrows raised
  • “hi, welcome to ivy and rose, how can i help you?” you parroted, rushing forward to stand at the counter
  • “um, my friend wanted to buy a plant for someone,” he explained
  • you nodded, walking over to where the potted plants were kept
  • “what type of plant were you thinking?” you asked “we have different types of flowers, succulents, shrubs.”
  • he stares at you blankly
  • “i was thinking… something green?”
  • you laughed, “how familiar is this person with caring for plants?”
  • “to be honest, i’m not really sure,” he confessed, growing slightly embarrassed, “i’m not the one giving the gift”
  • “why don’t you go with a simple succulent, then,” you suggested, lifting a small pot of tiger tooth aloe “they’re easy to care for, water maybe one every few days, direct sunlight”
  • he nodded, picking the little plant up
  • after paying for it, he heads out, and you resume watering the tulips
  • he pauses at the door and glances at you
  • “hey, what did you say your name was again?”
  • you look up from the tulips
  • “i didn’t, actually.”
  • a couple days later, he’s back?
  • this time, he looks around the flowers and picks a random bunch and pays
  • he was wearing a tank top and you could clearly see the tattoos that decorated his arms and chest
  • “so, can i ask for your name?” he asked with a small smile, looking up at you as he pulled his wallet out to pay, the glance making your heart race
  • “(y/n),” you responded, giving him a smile
  • dongho stopping by the flower shop becomes a regular thing
  • he’ll buy a small potted flower plant or a boquet, always asking you how you’re doing
  • one day, you came back from running errands and dongho and your aunt were sitting at the cash register sipping tea
  • when he leaves, you’re like
  • “auntie, didn’t you say he was bad news?”
  • “ah, that’s before i learned what a gentleman he was!”
  • that night, an unknown number texted you
  • it was dongho?
  • apparently, your aunt gave him your phone number,,,
  • “you need to put yourself out there, (y/n),” your aunt advised wisely, watching you sweep up fallen petals and dead leaves
  • sometimes you had to stay at the shop really late and close up, since your aunt took care of your grandmother on friday nights over in the next town
  • the shop closed at 10pm, and you’d usually get out of there by eleven
  • it became a habit for dongho to call you and keep you company while you were cleaning up the shop
  • one night, you were in the back room, checking to make sure that the fridges that held cut flowers was on when you heard someone come into the shop
  • “sorry dongho, i gotta go, someone just came in,” you said to dongho on the other line
  • “the shop is closed currently,” you shouted to the front, putting down the roses in your hand and hurrying to the front of the store and shoving your phone into your back pocket
  • a group of guys, maybe five or six of them, stood there, dressed in all black and heavily tattooed
  • “gentlemen, the shop is closed for the night, we open again tomorrow at 9 am.”
  • “we’re not here for flowers, sweetheart,” one of them growled, and another leaned over to pull the shades to the shop closed
  • three of the guys pulled out guns, pointing them at you, and you felt like passing out, shakily raising your hands
  • “w-what’s going on?” you asked, heart racing, “why are there guns, do you need anything?”
  • “don’t play stupid,” one of them growled, “you know where the flashdrive is, tell us”
  • “i don’t know any flashdrive,” you said, panicked. you felt tears starting to stream down your face, scared by the situation
  • “like hell you don’t,” another guy hissed, “you really think we’d believe that baekho’s girlfriend doesn’t know where the fucking flashdrive is?”
  • “i don’t know a baekho,” you sobbed, tears clouding up your vision, “and i don’t have a boyfriend, i swear, you have the wrong person”
  • one of them growled again, kicking over a bucket of daisies that had been sitting in water. you whimpered as the flowers and water rushed all over the floor
  • “maybe it’s somewhere in here,” one of them commented dryly, knocking over three or four more buckets of flowers
  • “dumbass, they wouldn’t be there,” his companion groaned, “it’s fucking hardware, you can’t put that in water”
  • “why don’t you just call up your little boytoy baekho and this whole thing will be over for you,” the guy who had done the most talking said, waving his gun to where your phone was
  • behind you, you heard a gun click
  • “i don’t think that’ll be necessary,” you heard dongho snarl, before someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt, pulling you down
  • gunfire started almost immediately, and you were yanked behind the counter where the cash register was by dongho
  • above you, one of dongho’s friends squeezed the trigger of his gun, released a round of bullets
  • you whimpered, trying to cover your ears, the loud noise of the gunfire almost deafening
  • dongho pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and firmly pressing his hands over your ears so that you couldn’t hear the noise
  • “are you okay?” he mouthed, quickly checking to make sure you weren’t injured anywhere
  • you nodded mutely, starting to cry again
  • he pulled you closer to him, engulfing you in a huge hug, and you closed your eyes, sniffling into his black collared shirt
  • slowly, the gunfire tapered off, and dongho grunted slightly as he got up, pulling you with him
  • the guys who had come into the shop were sitting on the ground in a circle, hands tied behind their backs with the twine you used to tie bouquets up
  • the rest of the night was kind of a blur for you– dongho brought you out to his car and buckled you into the passenger seat, covering your shoulders with a heavy, worn out leather jacket
  • he drove you to your aunt’s house where you were staying, carefully walking you inside
  • as you numbly brushed your teeth, you heard dongho talking to your aunt in a soft voice, explaining what had happened that night
  • your aunt made sure to check in with you, and stayed with you that night to make sure you were okay, insisting that you take a couple days off to rest
  • finally, after three days, you decided to return to work, and were surprised to find dongho carrying huge bags of mulch into the store
  • “good morning, dear,” your aunt greeted you cheerfully, “dongho here has been helping me around the shop, him and his little gang–”
  • “auntie, we’re not a little gang,” dongho sighed, obviously embarrased
  • “–have been helping me!”
  • you laughed at how excited she looked, a frail old lady patting dongho’s muscular shoulder
  • “dear, why don’t you go in the back and help dongho out with that mulch, yeah?”
  • you followed her into the back room, clearing a space to put the bags of mulch
  • when dongho had done so, you headed back to the front room, struggling to tie your green apron on
  • you felt dongho carefully take the strings from you, tying a bow with the apron strings
  • “(y/n), i’m sorry,” he said quietly, making you turn around to face him, “i feel really bad for getting you into this whole situation.”
  • “what are you talking about?” you frowned at him, “it wasn’t your fault, it was a mix-up.”
  • he sighed, taking a seat at the table, placed there for when you or your aunt took your lunch break
  • you sat as well, confused
  • “it,,, it wasn’t a mix-up.”
  • “but they were talking about a baekho,” you replied, confused, “you’re not baekho.”
  • “yeah, i am,” dongho replied, eyes never leaving your face, “that’s what people in 101 know me as, what people in the underground know me as. the flashdrive had some major extortion material on a high-up prosecutor, and svt needs that information as much as we do.”
  • you rubbed your face, still confused, “but i still don’t understand why they would think i was dating you.”
  • dongho smiled that same grin that never failed to make your heart pound
  • “well, i guess they mistook one person being in love for two people being in love.”
  • you stared at him in absolute horror, feeling your cheeks heat up, “did… did auntie tell you? that i like you?”
  • “what? no,” dongho started laughing, “(y/n), i was talking about myself.”
  • “wait, what?” you gaped at dongho, thoroughly confused. “you like me?”
  • “you like me,” dongho retorted, smirking at you
  • “you both like each other,” your aunt sighed, standing in the doorway to the back room with her arms cross, “and i won’t like you if you two keep dilly-dallying to avoid work.”
  • you traded an amused look with dongho, getting to your feet
  • as the two of you hurried to follow your aunt to the front of the store, you grabbed dongho’s hand and leaned up, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek
  • (auntie took a picture, cackling loudly)
  • (and it’s dongho’s lockscreen and wallpaper on literally any electronic device he uses)

yells “yes!” like mark from nct when he finally sneezed after 218948234 years bc suck it tumblr, i finished this scenario for the second time

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