You merely stood behind the cash register of the cafe you worked at, unable to 'register' what the fuck was happening infront of you.

It was... the infamous 3rd generation chaebol that you always see causing ruckus on the news, CEO of a fashion brand called l'avenir, your persistent admirer; Cha Yujun.

... And he had all his bodyguards behind him, about 10 in total, kneeling on one knee.... each individual holding a different bouquet of flowers.

It was all ridiculous, really fucking ridiculous. You would have laughed like a madman if those very same flowers weren't directed towards you.

"Come on, baby. Just accept the flowers, you said you preferred simplicity... right? This is nothing compared to the hundreds I tried to give you the previous day," Yujun's lips twitched to a smirk as he leans against the counter, rather shamelessly at that.