daisies were taehyung's favorite flowers.
there was nothing he loved more than to unlock the doors to the green room– a small flower shop in downtown daegu in which he would work full-time as a florist–and welcome their intoxicating scent to fill his lungs and bring him joy with every inhale—
—nothing he loved more than to pick between an array of sunflowers and marigolds and gazanias and arrange them into a bouquet that someone would hand to their lover, their relatives, their friends, themselves, to explain their meanings all he's learnt throughout the years—
—nothing he loved more than the memory of getting cosmos from jeon jeongguk in their first date– when deft fingers tucked a strand of blonde hair behind his ear and kept it in place with the flower, when loving compliments about his appearance left lips that taehyung felt so compelled to press his own against–, receiving a "they're my favorites too, that's why i got them" as an answer to when he pointed out how much he's fond of that family of flowers—
—nothing he loved more than when his jeongguk would steal an aster from their front lawn to gift it to him after his night shift, a tired expression on his features but a genuine smile gracing his lips at the sweet gesture that would never grow any less meaningful—,
so it was only natural that he would wake up with a petal or two by his pillow, right in the gap between him and his husband, thinking it was yet another one of the latter's ways to romance him after being together for five years.
taehyung didn't know, and neither did jeongguk.
