Dating was something that you were extremely familiar with. There had been dates here and there, a few people that lasted no longer than a few months, but Jaehyun was different.
It was in the early stages of dating, dinner every few days, movie nights in, flirty texts, and overall all the feelings that made you feel warm inside. He was so kind, eager to know more about you, handsome, considerate, friendly- were you rambling? Oh well. There was some serious hope that after these few months you spent together that something real could come from you spending time together.
In your very few talks about the future you’d both made it clear that you saw each other. Now, it was just a matter of working toward making it officially official. You were exclusive, but working toward titles.
The lack of titles however, did not diminish the feelings you had for each other. Jaehyun liked to share his feelings in the form of gifts. You had a feeling that gift giving was one of his love languages. Every date, every hang out session, even just a quick hello started with him giving you flowers. Beautiful bouquets with flowers that were always gorgeous and smelled lovely. On weeks where you saw him more than once, your home would smell like freshly sprayed perfume and be so colorful. You loved the flowers and Jaehyun loved the shy and surprised smile you gave him every time he held the bouquet out to you.
You loved them so much that you thought, ‘Hey, maybe Jaehyun would like some too.’ So after a few weeks of getting flowers, you finally sent one back.
Jaehyun was at dance practice the first time he received flowers from you. One of the managers walked in with bouquet while he and all his members looked at him in shock. Did their manager get the wrong room? Was it another staff member’s birthday that they’d forgotten? Were they for another group practicing in another room?
The manager walked toward Jaehyun, handing them to him with some comment that Jaehyun couldn’t hear what with his pounding heart beat in his ears. “Me? They’re for me?” He stuttered out with wide, shocked eyes.
“There’s a note,” the manager replied shortly before walking away.
His members circled around him, teasingly cooing at him and poking him. Jaehyun tried as hard as he could to keep his blushing to a minimum but he knew his ears were bright red from the heat he could feel.
He pulled the card from the flowers and read your familiar writing, ‘Thinking of you, have a great practice. Call me later ♡’
“Thinking of you, awwww!”
“Shut up! And get away from me, you guys act like you’ve never seen flowers!” Jaehyun shouts out.
He pulls out his phone to text you a quick thank you and a promise to call you later before he gently sets the bouquet on his bag.
A week later there’s another delivery right to his door, another bouquet he brings in and thanks the higher powers above he’s alone. This bouquet is even nicer than the last one you sent him. And the last bouquet is still beautiful, some flowers are just starting to bloom.
This note reads, 'Thank you for dinner this week, movie at mine tomorrow?♡’ He blushes as he reads the note, sets it aside and finds a vase he didn’t even know he had to set the flowers in.
He was thankful Taeyong had told him how to get the flowers to last longer, he was less thankful that every time he spoke to his members they always looked at him smugly while bringing up the flowers. It was annoying, but something he could definitely handle if it meant you were thinking of him.
He pulled up your contact, breathing in deeply a few times to control the heat on his face before he FaceTimed you. He was certain of a few things, he liked flowers, he liked you, and he wanted to be your boyfriend. “Hey! Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful. So movie night tomorrow? There’s something I want to ask you…”
