Nothing says “sorry” like Roses
Namjoon x Reader
Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.”
“What did you do?”
The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.
“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.
“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.
“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.
“That’s not all. I broke her vase…”
“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”
He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.”
“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered.
“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.”
You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.
But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.