Face Me (Bangchan x Reader)

Part two- Numbers and flowers

No ones POV:

    He kept engaging in conversation and so did you. You enjoyed every moment of it. 
    "Hey, you seem pretty cool. Can I uhm..can I have your number?" You listened to his voice. But you didn't respond. You zoned out, staring at him. You could tell he was eager for a response, and he was under pressure because you wasn't responding.
    "Hello?" He asked, laughing quietly while waving a hand in front of my face.

Woah his hands are perfect too?

    "Oh hey. What did you say?" You responded, after zoning out, what he said to me was a blur. You watched him throw his head back in laughter.
    "Oi I said can I have your number?" He brought out the thick accent with the 'oi' and you smiled at that. A genuine smile. "Oh there's a smile!" He exclaimed pointing at me while his stark white teeth were constantly being flashed in a smile. You continued smiling, trying to cover my mouth. "No don't cover your smile. Smiling is good!" You and him started laughing in unison.

This is...euphoric. This is a feeling I used to have before everything went down hill....is he bringing it back for me??

"Sure. You can have my phone number." You gave him you phone number, and he gave you his. You put his name in you phone as "CoffeeChris" and he was typing something from yours. "I have to go uhm," there was a slight pause and you clenched your eyes shut. "I have to go visit my dad. He's not doing so well." And with that, he nodded understandingly. For some reason, you felt like he understood what was happening, but he also had no idea what was going on.
    "Alrighty, I'll call you later or something. Enjoy your day!" He spoke as you stood up, gathering your belongings.
    "I'm looking forward to it, enjoy yours too." You smiled at him and walked towards the door. Soon you swung the door open and stepped out into the sidewalk. Hmph...it doesn't smell like coffee anymore.
    Soon, you began to walk back to your house, feeling a little pep in your step because of Christ lightening your mood. Which felt absolutely fantastic because that hasn't happened for a while. Once you had gotten back to your house, you stepped inside, and grabbed your car keys. You were going to go to the store to get your father some flowers. The flowers he soon liked after your mothers, and his wife's death. Because the flowers reminded you both of her. And when they reminded you of her, you never forgot her. And your mother was always fearing of being forgotten, and you and your father weren't going to let that happen, ever.
    Finally, you made it to a floral shop and you looked through all the flower bouquets. Oh my..that one's beautiful..woah, that one's so pretty! You almost couldn't decide. Soon you picked up a pink bouquet. You looked at th buds inside the flowers, and they smelled so fresh. The scent was strong, but not overpowering. The decision is made. You knew you were getting these. So you walked up to the register and payed for them, having minimal interaction with the cashier who looked about 17 and edgy. Soon enough you walked out of the store and hopped back into your car. Setting the flowers into the passenger seat next you, your hand putting the keys into the ignition and twisting. The car turned on, and you drove in the direction of your dads house.
    Eventually, you got there and pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under your car tires. You turned off the car and grabbed the flowers. Then, you got out and your dad opened the door. Dogs come running out.
    "Hi there Celia and why hello there Murphy!" The dogs wagged their tails, jumping up onto your thighs, as they were smaller dogs. Celia is your fathers three year old corgi, and Murphy is also your dads five year old dachshund. (aka weenie dog)
    Your father soon emerged from the door, a slight smile on his face from seeing you. You walked towards him, the dogs still chasing after you craving attention. You gave your dad a tight and sweet hug.
    "Hi dad." You closed your eyes and embraced him. He did the same back and smiled a little wider because of your presence.
    "Hi Y/n." He spoke in the same loving tone you did. The flowers were still in your hand as you hugged him, eager to hand them to him and see his reaction. You both pulled away from the hug at the same time, and you put the flowers out in front of you to hand them to him. His face lit up in awe and enjoyment. "They're beautiful..just like you and your mother." He sniffed the sweet buds and somehow his grin grew wider. "Thank you honey."
    You smiled at his reaction and he began to lead you inside.
    "Thanks dad." You responded and he led you to the living room where you soon sat down with him, as he put the flowers in a vase and set them onto the dining room table. You loved to hangout at your dads place, but you new he liked to have some alone time every once in a while. It was almost the same for you, especially from after what happened. But you both needed each other at the moment, because you both needed to grief. Not always together, but most times it would be together.
    He asked you how your day was going so far,and you told him about Chris and everything. Once he explained his usually day, he invited you to stay for dinner and cook with him. Which you replied with "of course" because you loved cooking with your father but you also really enjoy just having time with him....and the dogs. So soon enough, you both began prepping and cooking. Spaghetti and meatballs was dish you both made often together, and presented to your mom, of which she enjoyed throughly.
    Your dad was making the meatballs, while you carefully made the sauce. Taking a variety of seasonings off the shelf and mixing them in. Trying to get the sauce perfect, you put it on simmer with a lid over the pan. You prepped the noodles and began boiling the pot of water as your dad started cooking the meatballs on the stove. He always made his meatballs perfect.

30 Minutes Later

All the food was done. Your father sat down and you put the plates together. You served them and ate happily together. Both of your spirits were lifted. You and him both felt like you were starting to get a little better. You both loved that feeling and you enjoyed this. In that very exact moment, everything felt okay. Almost as if nothing was wrong.
And you both asked yourselves:

Even if we are still grieving..aren't we just going to get better everyday?

{yay! My biggest chapter yet. Ive been working on it all afternoon. In fact, I started writing at 12:3o, and now it's 2:45. Oh well! This chapter is unedited and is 1,219 words