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Leaf Me Alone | j.w.w

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. pg |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ mild angst | ♥ completed work Word Count: 1814 words

Age: PG

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo.

Content Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and miscommunication, but it is lowkey cute.

Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: I took inspiration from how introverted Wonwoo is, it’s incredibly endearing to me, but it’s also something that I worry that, as an extrovert, I’ll scare off any introverted person I meet. So, I just wanted to explore that idea. It’s very self-serving and fluffy 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much, my lovely @here4btsfics. For just hearing me go on and on about Wonwoo like every day and encouraging me with this story and yelling me to post it, I adore you dearly and thank you so much for helping me beta this too!! Thank you to @defwoodz for always reading over this and clowning me. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

Three Months Ago,

“Finally, this is Y/N, my daughter. She runs the shop most days. Y/N, this is Wonwoo, our newest hire,” your mum spoke as she introduced you to a tall and handsome man with a shy smile gracing his face.

“Hi, Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, making him grin more shyly before he greeted you.

“You too,” you responded, his voice deep and resonating, it was deeper than the ocean, honestly, and you were convinced that this man would be the reason you finally understood what a work crush meant.

Wonwoo smiled at you once more before following your mother around the flower shop for a tour, and you smiled back at him. So, what if he was shy at first? Wasn’t everyone? You were sure that throughout working together, you two would be able to develop a friendship at least.

Your hopes of developing a friendship were shot to smithereens when you realised that Wonwoo was not only very shy but also very diligent. Never one to engage in non-work-related conversations during work hours and over the three months, he’d been working. You both exchanged roughly three whole sentences.

“Stop staring and ask him if he wants a coffee or something,” your mum whispered, making you yelp and pout at her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you defended weakly, making your mother grin at you.

“Those heart eyes can be seen from a mile away. Just ask him if he wants to grab a coffee or something. He seems like a sweet kid,” your mother encouraged, and you shrugged.

“So sweet that he doesn’t speak?” You asked, and your mother just smiled at you.

“He might not feel comfortable starting a conversation, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hold one or have one. It just means he might need someone else to start it sometimes. Plus, he’s the new one here, go,” your mother explained, giving you a slight nudge making you pout more as you walked over slowly towards Wonwoo’s station.

Honestly, looking the way he did was a crime. You often thought this, his captivating features, often making him look cold or unapproachable, paired with a faded apron and his long fingers delicately arranging flowers into a bouquet, it all looked like something out of a romance novel. He was the mysterious, cold, but soft guy, and you were the wide-eyed girl who could only admire the man you knew nothing about.

“Hey!” You greeted as you walked over to stand opposite Wonwoo.

“Oh, Y/N, hi, you, okay? I heard you, I think, squeaking over there?” Wonwoo joked, and you grinned at him.

Wonwoo, while shy, had his moments. You knew he could be funny and had a harmless and silly sense of humour, and it endeared to you dearly.

“Yeah, my mum was talking to me, anyways I was wondering if you’d be free for a coffee or tea?” You asked quickly, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Sure! I was looking for a boost. Where do you fancy going?” Wonwoo asked, and you smiled at him before suggesting a place.

It worked! You thought it was fine, and you and Wonwoo would now be friends, and it was all because you mustered up the courage to speak to him.

Three Weeks Later

Since the coffee trip, you and Wonwoo had gotten closer. You were getting to know him. You knew his favourite colour and what he’d do if he was upset. Wonwoo was so many things, but there was still a wall up, something you couldn’t get past. He wouldn’t let you in completely, but you had a trick up your sleeve.

“Wonwoo, you know they say that you can tell much about someone based on their favourite things?” You stated lamely, and Wonwoo looked up from his floral arrangement to stare at you nodding slowly, humouring you.

“Yes?” He replied unsurely.

“Well, what’s your favourite flower?” You asked, and Wonwoo paused to think about it.

“I don’t think I have one,” Wonwoo answered.

You work in a flower shop. Your plan was failing because he didn’t have a favourite flower. You hoped he’d answer.

“Doesn’t mean I need to have a flower,” Wonwoo answered, and you pouted, and you missed the way he smiled fondly at you.

“But, to answer your question. I can tell you a flower I find pretty?” Wonwoo offered, and you nodded eagerly.

“I like carnations. They look pretty,” Wonwoo stated, and you smiled at him until you recalled what carnations symbolise.

“Don’t they mean new love?” You said, your voice quieter and Wonwoo shrugged.

“I didn’t know that, but I guess they do, huh? How apt,” Wonwoo said with a grin, and you felt your chest hurt with his words, and you needed to get away. Of course, he had love in his life, and you were wasting your time.

“Cool, carnations, um. I’ll see you later,” you rushed as you tried to move away.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me your favourite flower?” Wonwoo asked, and you shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo pouted at you but didn’t protest any further when you walked away.

Three Days Later

The following Monday, you got to work to find a bouquet of red roses delicately wrapped and placed on your workstation, and you saw a note on the bouquet.

‘You never told me your favourite, is this it?’ -Wonwoo

You had to fight off the smile that was making its way to your face. You knew he was in the shop. You could see his denim jacket out of your peripheral. You sighed and admired the flowers, put them in a vase, and paid no attention to them.

You thought the flowers were beautiful, but red roses were never your favourite.

Wonwoo wasn’t offended. He just made a note he’d try something else tomorrow.

On Tuesday, you found a bouquet of daisies at your workstation, and you stared up to see Wonwoo smiling at you, and you shook your head, smiling at him, and he nodded, understanding that daisies weren’t the ones either.

You did read his note, however.

‘No to red roses? I agree, they can be a lot; let’s see, how about daisies?’-Wonwoo

You almost felt bad for not telling Wonwoo your favourite flowers, you didn’t want him to keep making bouquets to figure out your favourite flowers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. Plus, you figured that he couldn’t keep it up for too long. What was the harm?

‘I mean, honestly, I don’t know too many people who like daffodils, but maybe you do?’-Wonwoo.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read Wonwoo’s note Wednesday morning. You turned to face him, and he looked at you questioningly, and you just smiled softly and shook your head at him, making him pout. Then nodded at you.

“I work in a flower shop. I’ll find it,” Wonwoo declared, making you smile.

You’d stop him soon. What he was doing wasn’t entirely appropriate. It was getting out of hand, especially if he had a new love in his life.

“They say orchids are wonderful. Tell me, Y/N is this your favourite?”-Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo,” you said as you approached him after you saw the bouquet at your workstation the following.

“I got it. Orchids, right? I guess Thursday is my lucky day,” Wonwoo babbled excitedly, and you shook your head.

“Damn, well, I still have Friday! I can’t stay and chat. I have a few deliveries to make,” Wonwoo said hurriedly, leaving you with a handful of Orchids and a soft smile on your face.

“Like the sun, you brighten my day. Sunflowers must be the one?”-Wonwoo.

“Tell me. I got these, right? Make my Friday Y/N. Did I finally get the right one?” Wonwoo asked as you placed the flowers into the vase.

“We should talk,” you said, taking his hand and dragging him into the office.

“Wonwoo, if you have a girlfriend, it’s highly inappropriate to send me flowers,” you started to say, earning a chuckle from him.

“A girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, the carnations, they mean new love, and you said it was apt,” you explained, earning another chuckle from Wonwoo.

“What is so damn funny?” You questioned, and Wonwoo inched closer to you.

“Did I ever say I had a girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you looked down at the floor.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Then?” Wonwoo pushed.

“You said new love was apt,” you argued, and Wonwoo smiled, nodding.

“I did, and there is someone I love spending my time with, except for the past week, she’s been ignoring me. So, I kept sending her the wrong flowers, hoping I’d get her to talk,” Wonwoo explained, making you look up at him.

“Wrong flowers?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded, pointing to the vase you kept on your office desk.

“I put these in the vase every day, but sadly you only noticed the wrong ones,” Wonwoo explained as he pointed to the peonies carefully arranged and placed on the vase on your desk.

“I have a pattern of noticing the wrong things, I guess,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo shook his head as you turned to face him.

“Well, you noticed, late, but you noticed, so it’s good,” Wonwoo comforted.

“Wait, how did you know peonies are my favourite?” You asked, making Wonwoo smile shyly.

“Anytime you had an order with peonies, you held them and handled each stem, each petal with so much care, and when you were done, you’d smile at each creation and take a photo. I figured you liked them enough,” Wonwoo elaborated, making you grin at them.

“I also heard they symbolise love,” Wonwoo added, making you grin.

“How apt,” you mumbled, making Wonwoo laugh as he inched closer, his face inches away from yours.

“Now, may I please kiss you? You do owe me for making you the wrong bouquets for five days straight,” Wonwoo asked, pouting.

“Please,” you said quietly, and that’s all it took for Wonwoo to close the gap between you two as he placed his lips over yours, his soft lips melting and moving against yours as his hands cupped your face. He pulled away slowly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You can’t do that. I get flustered,” you whined, making Wonwoo laugh.

“Prepare always to be flustered now that you’re mine,” Wonwoo declared, and you looked up at him.

“I’m yours?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded shyly.

“Good, then you’re mine too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Out of curiosity,” you said as you pulled away. “How long would you have continued sending me flowers if I didn’t stop you?” You asked.

“As long as it took to end up in this position.”