HEE:LIFT | TXT & Enhypen

~ fifty-five [interlude: BTS] ~

TW: fire

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INTERLUDE: The Bangtan Boys || 2/3

Kim Taehyung

"Yo, you done yet?" Taehyung wandered into the outdoor garden.

"Almost." Jimin bit his lip in concentration, working feverishly on a strange contraption of white plastic PVC pipes cut lengthwise to form miniature half-pipes. He connected the ends one by one, layering them so the first sat slightly above the second, which in turn sat slightly above the third, and so on and so on. "Pass me that pocket knife, please."

Taehyung complied. He watched the boy viciously slash at the half-pipe, creating ridges for water to catch on.

"There," Jimin grinned, handing the knife back. "Perfect."

He added the pipe to the end of his apparatus, balancing it across the opening of a pot belonging to a bright blue flower.

"Please, please, please, work." Jimin turned on the rusty faucet connected to the outer wall of the flower shop.

Water flowed agonizingly slow down the succession of pipes. Taehyung watched in awe as every potted plant in the garden received a small stream, just enough to dampen the soil.

"Yes!" Jimin whooped, pumping his fist in the air. He turned to face Taehyung. "I'm done. Where's Jungkook?"

"He said he was using the bathroom."

"Taehyung!" Jimin scolded. "You left him alone? You know Jungkook. Turn around for three seconds, and he's hanging off the edge of some cliff!"

"Well, actually, he already fell-"

Jimin grabbed his hand. "Come on; we have to find him before he does something stupid."

Taehyung decided to keep his mouth shut. After collecting their youngest member, they jogged back to the shop, only to find it empty.

Mr. Gwan waved them over to a wall of hedges. "Your tasks have been completed?"

Jimin nodded eagerly. "So, what's her name? The woman who's buying all the roses?"

The older man pulled out a pair of gardening shears, snipping away at the hedges. "I said four tasks. You boys still have one left."

Taehyung turned away, rolling his eyes.

Jimin laughed dryly. "Do you make everybody who comes to your shop do your chores for you?"

"No, just those who ask exceptional favors from me. By the way, the woman you're looking for completed the same tasks you three are doing."

Jungkook pursed his lips. "Before we start the fourth one, can you at least tell us how the sasaen- the woman solved the first three?"

Mr. Gwan tucked his gardening shears into his pocket. "For the barn, she drove away and came back thirty minutes later with a ladder. For the cereal, she sat on this bench and sifted through the box for two hours."

"What about the plants?" Jimin asked.

"She cupped her hands like this." Mr. Gwan lined his pinky fingers up side by side, palms facing the sky. "And watered every single one."

"Jesus," Jungkook breathed. "She's truly deranged."

"I'd call it determined." Mr. Gwan twirled a twig in his fingers. "I've only met one other person as determined as her."

"Who?" Jungkook leaned forward, intrigued.

"My wife, with her determination to make my life as miserable as possible." The older man chuckled to himself.