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Tiger Lilies
Choi Saeyoung is just an IT Guy, and he’s going to die.
What a sweet, short life of 22 years long.
“I told you, I forgot, okay? I was fixing the acoustic!” he tries to defend himself in vain, merely opening more wounds for his twin brother to attack.
“Do you know something called responsibility!?” Choi Saeran hisses menacingly. He huffs and ruffles his bleached hair, the other hand on his hip, quickly thinking. “Where do we get tiger lilies in twelve hours?”
“Ah...Rika’s going to murder us...”
“Are you not going to help me think?”
“It was short...but it was sweet...”
“Yeah, you’re not helping.”
Saeran huffs and leaves the shop for a walk to clear his mind and, hopefully, getting inspiration from whatever cosmic power up there.
The Choi Brothers are staff members of Rika’s Festive Affairs Ltd. (RFA Ltd. for short). It's an Event Organizer company.
Tomorrow’s schedule they have yet another wedding for Sr. Han (his 4th) now with this celebrity woman named Choi Glam. His son, Han Jumin, is a close friend of Rika, and despite having tried to get his father use another wedding planner, Sr. Han persists with his desire, as he trusts RFA to hold his wedding with perfection. Again.
The sky is as gloomy as Saeran’s mood at the moment. Is it mocking him?
He stops at the pedestrian, noticing a flower delivery truck across the street.
I didn’t know there’s a flower shop around this street!
Without even thinking or watching the lights, he crosses, heart brimming with hope as he notices a young woman is checking stuff on her note board.
“Do you have tiger lilies?” he asks rather loudly, but at this point, manners be damned.
The woman looks up at him, her bangs so long, hiding her eyes behind. She nods. “Yes, we have them, they just got here—“
“Can you deliver five big bouquets and at least three hundreds and fifty for tables tomorrow by eight?” he continues like a bullet train.
She looks at him, and then down to her notes with her lips pursed. Saeran can feel his chest growing heavy with despair.
“Okie, we’ll do it!” she chirps, giving him the 'ok' sign. “But there’s going to be a huge late notice fee, since we only take big orders at least with two weeks notice. Is that alright?”
“Anything if I can see tomorrow alive.” Saeran sighs in relief, patting his chest gently in attempt to soothe himself. He remembers to take out his name card, and she asks for the address of delivery. Upon noticing the card and the address, her eyes widen.
“Ooh! It’s that wedding of the Chief of C&R!” she exclaims. “Alright, I’ll do my best with the flowers, so you can be at ease now, Mr. Choi!”
“Ah...you can call me Saeran just fine...” Saeran meekly mumbles, feeling shy, but he also hates his surname. He reads her name card. “Chae M.C.? Miss Chae?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you very much,” Saeran smiles brightly, feeling all his worries had been lifted. “It might sounded dramatic, but I owe you one.”
She smiles back to him, and he’s a goner.
Saeyoung pulls the car to the parking lot before running over to the flower truck, seeing the wedding staff are moving the tiger lilies and some bouquets, going back and forth from the wedding hall to the truck. His twin brother is already inside, busy decorating, most likely.
“Chae-nim, I think we’ve taken out everything!”
“Okie, can you call Saeran-nim?”
Saeyoung approaches the woman, who’s sitting by the truck, busy with her i-pad and stylus.
“Whoa...so we got the flowers!” he blurts out, getting her attention. He beams gratefully to the florist. “Nim, you’ve saved our livelihood! You’re our Heroine!”
“Yay~” she gives him a thumbs up. “And I get money!”
Saeyoung snorts at her honesty.
Saeran finally comes over and talks business with the florist, writing off a cheque and gratefully thanking her again. The older twin can’t help but feel shocked, since he’s never seen Saeran like that, ever.
He’s always so serious and a bit shy (cold), but with this florist, he’s all smile and cheerful.
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER!?
“Chae-sshi, I’ll tell about you to Rika, and maybe we’ll be your regular customer! You’re so dependable!” Saeran showers her with praise and obvious affection.
“Oh wow, you can know just from your first order! Alright, that means I’ll get even more money...I’ll do my best~” she gives him a thumbs up before glancing to Saeyoung. “Is he your twin brother? Your face actually looks similar.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Saeran confirms, disinterested.
At least hide your disinterest for me!
“Ah, so you’re the brother who forgot to order the flowers!” she concludes, and Saeyoung thinks it’s raining arrow and at least one hundred of them stabs him in the knee.
“Thank you, I get the money because you forgot.” she winks at him playfully.
Saeyoung bursts out laughing. “Ho ho~ Heroine is so hilariously sarcastic~ So you live around the same block as us, hmm? I feel like we’ll get along!”
“Why are you giving her your own nickname...?” Saeran mumbles in irritation. “At least call her Miss Chae.”
“Wow, now I have new friends...! My shop is in the 7th avenue, drop by sometimes, I’ll feed you edible flowers.” she clasps her hands cheerfully.
Saeyoung gasps. “Oh-ho! I knew it, you’re a fairy! Elves eat flowers!”
“You have edible flowers...?” Saeran seems to be glimmering with curiosity. He loves flowers, after all. That’s why he’s the Decor Guy.
Not too long after their light discussion, another car arrives, a van. Rika gets off, followed by her cousin Yoosung, looking curious upon seeing the small party before the wedding hall. She approaches them, and then notices Saeyoung laughing.
“Ah! Saeyoung!” she remembers. “You forgot to order the flowers didn’t you? How is it now? Do you think you should be laughing care-freely right now, hmm?”
“Eeek! Nuna! Save me, Heroine!” Saeyoung childishly hides behind the florist that Rika finally able to assess. Saeran steps in with a proud smile.
“Don’t worry, Nuna, we’ve got the flowers, and the decoration is complete. We’re just waiting for the catering team now. It’s all thanks to Chae-sshi.” He gestures a hand to the florist, who smiles even brighter towards Rika.
“Hello! I hope this wedding goes wonderfully!”
Rika's eyes widen, faint blush blooming on her face.
Cute...!
The blonde smiles as brightly in return and takes her hands.
“Thank you so much! You’re my Savior! I’m Kim Rika. What is your name?”
“Here’s my name card. Saeran says you’re going to be a regular, so I’m sure you’ll need my number.” She grins as Rika accepts and read the name card.
“Wow, that’s so lucky,” Yoosung chirps in after he checks on the list he’s brought. He smiles shyly to the new friend and bows. “Thank you very much for your help, Nuna.”
“Look, Yoosung, the shop is in the 7th avenue. I’d like to drop by sometime later if you don’t mind?” Rika asks prettily, showing Yoosung the namecard.
“Chae...M.C.? Hehe, that reminds me of the author of the webcomic I read yesterday...” Yoosung laughs.
“Yoosung, we’re all busy yesterday, and you had time to read webcomics?” Saeyoung slanders with pursed lips.
“Well, he didn’t screw up anything like someone...” Saeran gives his own brother a stab in the heart.
“Oh, my, I have to go now,” the florist says, checking her wristwatch. She pulls out the key from her pants pocket, and then waves a little at the RFA members. “Good luck, guys! And if you wanna drop by for tea, call first, and I’ll whip up something pretty~”
They say their farewell to her before returning to focus on their own occasion. Soon, reporters and paparazzi filled up the front of the wedding hall, and security has been assembled to put them behind the line. That’s Kang Jaehee’s part. She makes sure the staff gets their nametags properly and brought their formal uniform.
Jaehee sighs after exiting the fitting room of Choi Glam (soon to be Han Glam). Rika approaches her with a wry smile, and Jaehee throws her a deadpan.
“It took six people to get her into that dress. Six. People.”
Rika sighs. “I know...that’s the only failure I had, she wouldn’t trust anyone else for her wedding dress. We’re going to have a chiffon cake walking the altar...”
Jaehee giggles at the joke. She leans to the wall and looks around, absorbing the decoration, seeing Saeran hissing at his brother for messing up the folded napkin on one table.
“The flowers!” she exclaims in realization. “You got them? I thought Saeyoung forgot to order?”
“Ah, Saeran found a new flower shop nearby and luckily they can cover the demand just fine.” Rika explains, and then they notice Yoosung is heading towards them in a rush. “Oh, what is it now?”
“Nuna! Where is V!? The invitees are here, he’s supposed to lead the documentary team, and I—“
“That mint-head!” Rika huffs and pulls out her phone.
It’s a lively and glamorous wedding.
The documentary team leader, V, came up a bit late, but everything and everyone managed to be documented. Thus, the wedding went without a hitch. The reception lasts until evening, and the staff, no longer caring for which part they’re supposed to be on, are pitching in to help the catering goes well. Well, except for Zen, their host for the reception who’s making sure the events are going smoothly and to distract the invitees.
Saeyoung finally managed to escape the kitchen and finds Han Jumin in the corner with V, both seems to be staring at the bouquet of tiger lily and talking seriously.
“...I really thought that tiger lilies are quite tacky, but this bouquet is rather beautiful and pleasing to look at.”
“Chae has a knack with flower arranging. She’s an artist, after all.”
“Hyung, you know Heroine?” Saeyoung butts in curiously, looking at V. “She’s an artist?”
“Yes. She’s my junior in the same uni, but she’s in art major. Also, she’s a webcomic artist.”
“Ahh! So Yoosung was right, she’s a webcomic artist!”
“What is a webcomic?” Jumin asks with wonder in his eyes.
“That’s a comic with the format that’s easy to read by scrolling down, and are not printed out,” Saeyoung explains to Jumin, the rich kid who unsurprisingly doesn’t know much about the commoner’s world. “...and so there are websites for webcomic artists to post their work!”
“And the florist who made this bouquet is a webcomic artist...” Jumin hums, putting a finger on his lip. “That’s interesting. So many hobbies. I would like to read one of her webcomics then.”
Now V laughs wryly. “Well..I wouldn’t be too sure about that...Her main genre is BL...”
“Huh!?” Saeyoung gawks.
Wait...Yoosung reads BL!??
“What is BL?” Jumin asks without holding back at all.
“Homosexual male love story.” V explains without holding back as well.
“Whoa...I feel like I just witnessed the destruction of something pure...” Saeyoung quivers. He then realizes something, and then looks up at V. “Hyung, since you’re her senior, then you know her name, right? What does M.C. stand for?”
“Main Character?” Jumin guesses.
“Who names their child Main Character...?” Saeyoung deadpans at Jumin’s innocence. V chuckles. “Ah, so you know, V Hyung?”
“Yes, I know.”
“Then...?”
“Then?”
“What’s her name?”
V winks and points a finger gun at him. “Secret~”
“NOOO!”