Red Roses

June 9, 2013 in oneshots by lau0601

(this is a repost from SSF)

Hmm, getting a little colder, huh?

Taeyeon grinned. She really loved autumn because the weather was perfect. Everything just felt so much cleaner and crisper. If that was a word. Hmm.

As she passed by the flower shop, Taeyeon waved at the ahjumma, who happily waved back. “Mrs. Jang, good morning! It’s such a nice day, isn’t it?”

The auntie smiled. “Good morning, Taeyeon! Yes, I think autumn’s finally here. The flowers seem very happy today.” Taeyeon admired the neatly arranged pots of color, nodding in agreement. “Are you going to work now?”

Taeyeon made a face. “Yeah, such a waste of a perfect day.”

“Now, don’t say that,” admonished the ahjumma gently. “It will be a good day, even when you’re in the office, Taeyeon-ah. Smile!”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” said Taeyeon, making a silly face. “Maybe today I won’t be bored stiff again.” Glancing at her watch, Taeyeon started. “Uh-oh. Gotta go. Have a nice day, Mrs. Jang! See you later!”

Continuing briskly down the street, Taeyeon checked the time again. Three minutes left; the bus shouldn’t have come yet. And indeed, when she neared the bus stop, it was deserted, as usual. Taeyeon sat down on the bench, her bag between her feet, and let out a sigh. Another day. Not like her days were bad, just…kinda boring. Aish. But a job was a job, right?

She leaned back. Consumed with her thoughts, Taeyeon nearly jumped out of her skin when someone sneezed next to her. She turned around.

Taeyeon stopped breathing. She couldn’t move; all she could do was stare. Perfect light brown hair, perfect eyebrows, perfect eyes, perfect fingers covering what was probably a perfect nose, perfect perfect perfect. The perfect eyebrows moved up, the perfect eyes looked straight into Taeyeon’s own.

“Sorry, did I startle you?” Even the muffled voice was perfect.

Taeyeon didn’t realize she was still gawping until the perfect eyes blinked.

“Um, excuse me?”

“Eergh?” Taeyeon jerked back to life and swallowed in embarrassment. “Ahh, sorry. Um, what were you saying?”

The perfect eyes disappeared into perfect crescents – oh goodness, Taeyeon was going to faint soon.  “I asked if I startled you. You look a little dazed, that’s all. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.” Heart thumping unpoetically? Yep, absolutely fine. “I’m good. Great, yeah. Fantastic.” Kim Taeyeon, shutupwhatareyoudoing. Taeyeon took a deep breath and smiled. “Ahem. Yes. Good.”

The perfect eyes suddenly widened, then shut as another violent sneeze racked through the perfect features. And another one. “Achoo! Agh, my stupid nose.” No, it’s perfect, thought Taeyeon. Even though I haven’t seen it yet. “Um, sorry about this, but would you happen to have a tissue?”

“Tissue?” Taeyeon repeated, mesmerized by the voice. Then she snapped out of it. “Ah, tissue! Yes!” She scrambled for her bag and pulled out a packet of tissue triumphantly. “Here,” she said, offering one.

A hand reached out and politely took the tissue from Taeyeon. Taeyeon watched, unable to stop herself, as the hand flicked the tissue open. The girl blew her nose and scrunched up the tissue. “Whew,” she said, smiling. “Thanks. It’s the weather; my nose always acts up around this time.”

Taeyeon forced herself to focus on the conversation. “Ah, nose allergies?”  The girl really did have a perfect nose. And a perfect mouth. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The girl nodded and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I really hate it. Ruins the day. But sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet.” She smiled; Taeyeon nearly had a heart attack. “I’m Tiffany. Nice to meet you.”

Tiffany. Taeyeon savored the sound of the name. “I’m Taeyeon. Kim Taeyeon.”

“I would shake your hand, but after that slightly messy episode I don’t think you’d really want to touch my hand.” Tiffany winced apologetically. “Sorry you had to see that.”

No, no. Not at all. I don’t mind your sneezing at all. Oh goodness I’m such a creeper. Taeyeon said instead, “Don’t worry about it. We all sneeze. And I have a peanut allergy.” Argh, what? What has that got to do with sneezing?!

“Oh?” Tiffany raised her eyebrows. “Does that mean you can’t eat peanuts? Um, haha, silly question.”

Taeyeon shook her head vehemently. “No, no. It’s a perfectly reasonable question. I can’t eat them, yeah. Never really liked them anyway.”

“Is that because you’re allergic? Or just because you actually don’t like them?”

“Hmm.” Taeyeon paused. “Interesting. I’ve never actually thought about that. Maybe both?”

Tiffany nodded. “So you’ve never ea-” Taeyeon quickly pulled out another tissue and handed it to Tiffany after her sneeze. “Thanks,” said Tiffany, smiling gratefully. “Thank goodness you were here. If fate hadn’t put that tissue packet in your bag I don’t know what I’d have done.”

Fate? Taeyeon was intrigued by this notion. Perhaps it was fate? Maybe she should say something, then? Like, will you go out with me? No, too forward. Would you want to kiss me? Whoa. Where’d that come from?

Taeyeon realized Tiffany was still waiting for her answer. “Uh, yeah. Maybe used a leaf?” As Tiffany giggled, Taeyeon began to sweat a little. The bus was coming soon; it was now or never.

“I-” She was interrupted as Tiffany sneezed yet again.

“Argh, hate this.” Tiffany sniffed. Taeyeon pulled out another tissue – and discovered that she had run out. Glancing at her watch, she made a decision. The bus was a minute late; it would probably be a few minutes later, right? Especially if this was fate?

Taeyeon stood up. Tiffany looked up in surprise, tilting her head up. “Okay, wait here. I’ll be right back.”


“I ran out of tissue,” said Taeyeon, waving the empty packet. “I’ll go get some more.”

Tiffany’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! It’s fine, really!”

“Nah, I’ll be really quick.” Taeyeon flashed her a confident smile. At least, she hoped it was confident. Ermagerd her heart was going a zillion miles an hour. “Don’t go, okay? If the bus comes, tell them to wait for me.”

She ran off. “Wait, Taeyeon!” Tiffany called after her, but Taeyeon kept running. Fast, fast, fast; corner, ooh, bird, ahhhhhh don’t trip, Taeyeon! She skidded to a halt, gasping for air.

The ahjumma turned around in surprise. “Taeyeon? What are you doing here? Omo, is something wrong? Why are you panting?”

“No time,” said Taeyeon, trying to catch her breath. “Please, a dozen roses? And a packet of tissues?” She thought for a moment. “Nine packs of tissues?”

The lady looked confused, but seeing Taeyeon’s earnest and slightly crazed expression, she didn’t ask any further. “What color?” She pulled out a piece of wrapping paper and a pink ribbon.

“Um…” Taeyeon stood there, lost.

“Let me guess,” said the auntie, smiling faintly as she scrutinized Taeyeon’s face. “Let’s make them red, shall we?” As Taeyeon blushed, the auntie laughed and deftly picked out the flowers. “The tissues are in the drawer behind me, just take nine packs.”

Taeyeon tried to stuff all nine into her pockets. “Thanks, Mrs. Jang! I’m really sorry about barging in like this. How much is this all?”

“Don’t worry about it, Taeyeon-ah,” said Mrs. Jang, putting the finishing touches on the bouquet.

Taeyeon turned to the ahjumma, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly, “I want to pay for this.”

“Well then,” said Mrs. Jang, her eyes twinkling, “that’ll be ten dollars. And two for the tissues.” As Taeyeon hurriedly counted out the money, the lady grinned. “Good luck, Taeyeon!”

Taeyeon looked back, already halfway out the door. Grinning, she said, “Thanks! And you were right! This is a good day!”

Feet pounding in time with the blood in her ears, Taeyeon ran desperately back to the bus stop. Please, driver, please don’t have come yet, please please pl-

Taeyeon slowly ground to a stop.

In the distance, the bus started up, its engine revving. A moment later, it was gone – leaving an empty bus stop. Taeyeon trudged back to the bench; her bag was still there on the floor where she left it. The only difference was that Tiffany was gone.

Taeyeon collapsed onto the bench. Setting the flowers down gently next to her, she buried her face in her hands. All that running, for nothing. Yeah, it probably wasn’t fate. But somehow, just somehow, Taeyeon didn’t expect Tiffany to just leave. She didn’t seem like that kind of person.

But then again, the day had just seemed to look up. And now, she was back where she started. With her wallet a few dollars lighter and a quarter of her brain cells gone.

She chuckled. Well, what would she have said anyway? Either way, she’d never know how Tiffany would answer. Regardless of what the question was. Ah, life. Funny thing, that.













Someone sneezed.

Taeyeon froze, hardly daring to turn around.

Could it be?

Gathering up her courage, she whirled around.

Tiffany smiled, walking towards the bus stop. “Wow, that was fast. Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave your bag unattended. I just had to throw the tissues away, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Taeyeon didn’t know what to say; she didn’t even know what she was doing. She looked down and realized that she was standing up. Eh? “Why didn’t you get on the bus? Now we’ll both be late.”

Tiffany shrugged, a cheeky grin on her face. “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t want to just leave you here.”

“Oh, okay.” Taeyeon gulped, taking a deep breath. This was possibly the craziest thing she had ever done – well, the most spontaneous, certainly – and, and, oh blow it all just do it Kim Taeyeon.

She grabbed the bouquet and thrust it at Tiffany’s surprised face. “Will you be my valentine?”

a/n: right, forgot to tag, i’m so sorry! but thanks for the comments! unfortunately, though, this is just a oneshot ><

here’s the original song if u wanted it: Red Roses