Flower Butler: Please take care of the young lady!

Season 2 Episode 2

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The fight between classmates, which had earned them numerous titles since the first day of transfer, ended with a neat resolution from Mr. Seongjae.

"Why! Why am I not the baby, no, the female protagonist's match!"

Taehyung, who had been arguing with Mr. Seongjae until the very end and ended up sitting behind me, looked like he was crying.

“Why does my partner have to be Kim Taehyung?”

Jimin seems to be feeling even more despair at the fact that Kim Taehyung is his partner. Today, Winner's Jungkook turns around and makes a V sign with his fingers toward Jimin and Taehyung.

"Hey. Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, shouldn't I be sitting there as the female protagonist's boyfriend?"

Taehyung says that the world is unfair, but to Jungkook, it just sounds like barking.

"Since when have you been Yeoju's boyfriend?"
"What? You? Oh."

Since he has to act like a classmate at school, Taehyung can't argue with Jungkook's "you." Taehyung, already a slacker, is busy growling at Jungkook. The classmates watching them begin to grumble again.

"Wow. Are those two fighting over Kim Yeo-ju right now?"
"Kim Taehyung is totally my type. Ugh."
"You don't seem to be the dog type."
"It hurts! Why do you keep hitting me and making a fuss? You bitch."

What should I say? I'm just sitting there, but somehow I feel like a sinner. I'm sitting on a thorny bed, blankly staring, when I hear Yoongi's voice to my left.

"Lady, come here."

Yoongi called me by my name so naturally, as if we'd been classmates from the beginning. It felt like he was truly my friend. Was it just me who felt awkward being called by my name after being called "Miss" every day? Yoongi even straightened my crooked school uniform ribbon with his own hands. His eyes fixed on the ribbon around my neck, watching him move his pretty fingers, I found him incredibly handsome.

"Yoongi. Can you show me your hand for a second?"

Yunki obediently extended his hand to me.

"No. Not that way, the opposite way!"

I played with Yoongi's hand between both of my hands, turning it over. His pure white, beautiful hands caught my eye. Could a man's hand be this beautiful?

"Yoongi's hands are so pretty. Wow."

Yoongi, who had been quietly watching my two small hands twitching on his, smiles slightly and holds out his other palm to me.

"hand."

Is he asking me to put my hand in? When I place my palm over Yoongi's, there's a difference of more than a degree. I don't like his short, stubby fingers, so I try to slap his hand away, but Yoongi wraps his hand around mine.

"Our heroine's hand fits perfectly in my hand?"
"Let go. I'm telling you my hands are ugly."

Somehow, today, my hand in Yoongi's pretty hand looked even uglier, so I tried to pull my hand out of Yoongi's grasp, but Yoongi grabbed my hand with his large hand.

"cute."

Maybe it was because my small, short hands were my complex. I was embarrassed to hear Yoongi say that my hands were cute.

"See? I told you, those two are dating?"

The kids in the class, who had been watching me and Yoongi looking so affectionate, began to create the theory that Yoongi was their boyfriend. Taehyung, who had been leaning against Jimin and whining, noticed my hand in Yoongi's, and his eyes began to burn with jealousy.

"Lady. Hands with me too!"
"Oh, your current boyfriend's counterattack?"
"Then Min Yoongi is your ex-boyfriend?"

As Taehyung actively confronted Yoongi, the other children in the class watched the love triangle with fascinated eyes. The hand resting on Taehyung's palm wasn't mine.

"Your hands are bigger than mine. You're cute."

Jungkook followed Yoongi's lines and teased Taehyung.

"Wait a minute, what is this composition?"
"no way?"

No. No. What the hell are you guys thinking?

"Get your hands out of here. I just want to shake hands with Yeoju."

Jungkook's sudden action made the girls happy, but Taehyung shook his hand away. Taehyung immediately tried to grab my hand, but Jimin stepped in, stopped him, and covered Taehyung's mouth with his hand.

"Okay. Good job, Taehyung. Let's go to your seats. Okay?"
"Ah. Why are you interfering? Are you in cahoots with Jeon Jungkook?"

Taehyung, who was forced to sit down by Jimin, vented his anger towards Jimin, but Jimin, with a frustrated look on his face, pulled Taehyung's tie and brought his lips close to Taehyung's ear.

"The young lady already has a hard time being the center of attention, so what if you add fuel to the fire?"

Taehyung, who was scolded by Jimin, stares blankly at the back of the girl sitting right in front of him with puppy-dog eyes, affectionately playing with Jungkook and Yoongi.

"How can I just watch that?"

Era. I don't know. I'd rather not look. Taehyung slumped down on the desk in despair, but soon he slowly raised his head, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at the girl's back affectionately.Look at it with one glance.
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Due to the sudden influx of transfer students, for space efficiency, I ended up with two partners. As I mentioned before, my two partners are Jungkook and Yoongi. Behind me are Taehyung and Jimin, and behind them, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon are all sitting in a row.

"Do you happen to know what the school structure here is like?"
"If it's okay, I'll guide you."

With his characteristically friendly nature, Hoseok is busy researching the school's curriculum in advance for the other students. Female students from all over volunteer at Hoseok's request.

"No, I've given you the directions. The library, the school cafeteria, and the store. Just tell me the locations."

Hoseok's impenetrable wall is almost a slap in the face. In front of Hoseok, the female students, helpless and forlorn, just lick their lips. Namjoon takes out his math textbook and begins solving problems in a clean notebook. After organizing, Namjoon hands Seokjin his notebook and textbook.

"I've solved it up to the first period progress."
"okay."

Seokjin stands up from his seat, holding the notebook and textbook that Namjoon handed him, and approaches me.

"First period is math. If you don't understand something in your math textbook, the solution is written in your notebook, so refer to it and solve it. Honey..."

As formal speech began to flow from Seokjin's mouth, he faced a crisis where he was addressing him as "Miss" more than half the time. The class's eyes were still fixed on Seokjin and me. Yoongi and Jungkook, who were next to me, had blank expressions, and Taehyung, who had been resting his chin on his hand and watching me, was also looking at Seokjin with a bewildered expression.

"Ah. This is a headache."

Jimin, who had been watching Seokjin, touches his forehead as if he has a headache. It's only been a few hours since he transferred. This is a crisis.