You were a store owner, of a plant store. Beside you, on your left, was a store, that sold a bunch of goth. And on your right, was a tattoo place. Owned by Minho. Both stores were always filled with people. Your store though, didn't have much people. No one really stopped by a plant store either way.

You woke up early at six in the morning, and clocked in to your store. You watered the plants, turned on some calming music, as you went to walk around your store, ensuring all the plants were still good. You sold all real plants, and flowers. That you grew yourself.

Minho, clocked in maybe an hour after you, all his workers coming in the store to start as well. You had no workers. It was just you, and your plants. The loud rock music blasted, as a long line piled out of Minho's store. Hm, he must be rich, with the amount of people getting tattoos... You never got a tattoo, because you had a low pain tolerance.

However, half way through, when you were restocking some flower seeds you sold, you got startled. From the loud music. You didn't really like it, but you wouldn't say anything. It wasn't your business anyway..

The music was too loud, though, and you swore you could've gone deaf. So you quickly, decided to fix up the plants, and close the store for a minute or two to politely ask Minho to turn it down.

You quickly watered the last few plants, and restocked the last few bags of seeds, walking out as you closed the door, locking it.

You walked over to the tattoo shop on your right, apologizing as you gently pushed through the line of people, mostly tall, buff men, going to the front desk. Minho, conveniently was there. You knew he was the owner, so you would be extra nice, but you were already aa way too nice person.

You gently tapped his shoulder, as he looked down at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

He asked, arms crossed, but he didn't look exactly annoyed. He was just intimidating. That was his resting face.