between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝Min Yoongi did not take his eyes off the restaurant. According to his calculations, the university student should be about to arrive and he had many calla flowers to accommodate outside. If he took them out one at a time, it would take him at least twenty minutes.

Park Jimin arrived as always, wearing his shiny, raven hair and his beautiful face. He got off the bike, securing it at the entrance of the premises. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, and sighed. All this, before the watchful eye of the owner of the flower shop, who remained with a flower in his hand, static admiring the ethereal person in front of his eyes. Jimin felt the weight of a look on him, so he discreetly turned around, making the other hide ridiculously behind the calla flower.

The black-haired man stopped himself from laughing at his reaction, turning his attention back to the bike, grabbing his uniform and entering the restaurant. He didn't quite understand it; why couldn't this man just wave back, or be nice to him? Was he looking at him like that because he hated it or was there something else there that Jimin wasn't seeing?

―He-Hello! ―Taehyung greeted, raising his hand in greeting. ―It's ni-nice day t-today ―he breathed in, hands on hips, looking around him, noticing the bike parked out front. ―Oh, ha-has the deli-delivery guy arriv-ved yet? ―he pointed ahead with his finger. Yoongi waved for him to lower his arm, leaving the calla flowers accommodated and shoving him into the store.

―Do you always have to be so obvious? ―he accused him. ―He could be watching you from inside ―he glanced warily at the door, as if the delivery guy might show up unexpectedly.

―I-I-I'm so-sorry, hyung ―he apologized, looking at the ground.

―Put on your apron, there's a lot of work ―he asked, puffing. ―Today we have a large order and they want it before two in the afternoon.

―Be-Be-Be-Before t-t-two!? ―he stammered excessively, due to the anxiety that working against the clock caused him.

―Yeah, so, no games until it's ready ―and with that said, he went to the back of the store, where they kept the flowers at a low temperature, to prevent them from wilting, and thus prolong their optimal state.

Yoongi worked closely with Taehyung, forming delicate and intricate custom flower crowns, to complete the order within the allotted time, successfully.

Their heads snapped together as the doorbell rang, a customer arriving. Due to his shyness, it was always Taehyung who dealt with people, and despite his stutter, he managed to do it very well. Yoongi regretted putting that responsibility on the boy, but he had no choice.

―Wel-Welcome... ―Taehyung greeted, adjusting his thick-framed glasses.

―I've come for an order for seven flower crowns ―he explained in a cutting voice. Yoongi frowned at the petulance of the man in front of him. ―It's done? ―he raised an eyebrow. If it weren't for the fact that business was slow at the time of the year, the owner would have given up on the sale. However, they needed the money and the crowns were already made. It would be a total waste.

―Ye-Yes, s-sir ―Taehyung replied sheepishly, coming out from behind the counter to deliver them. ―W-We-We ha-have a d-delivery se-se-service tha-that assu-assures y-you that yo-your...

―I'll take them myself, don't worry ―he interrupted him, without a hint of patience, to wait for the boy to finish the sentence.

―O-O-Okay ―he agreed, loading two crowns and leaving the premises, to accommodate them in the luxurious truck in which the guy was driving.

Yoongi bit his lip, annoyed with the cocky guy. He hated that people were so petulant, and it was eating his head, while he took two more arrangements, to help Taehyung and get rid of the unwanted client quickly. The thought that he had been just as rude to the delivery guy made him frown even more. Would the guy across the street see him as an arrogant man? Was that why he didn't even turn to look at him anymore? He had watched it that morning, but not like he used to, it was just a glimpse and nothing more.

―Ev-Everything is re-ready ―Taehyung announced, giving the man a kind smile, even if he didn't deserve it.

―Fine ―since the order was already paid for, without saying more, he got into the vehicle and left without saying goodbye, leaving the pair standing with confusion painted on his face.

―What an unbearable guy ―Yoongi finally complained, shaking his head.

―Meh! He-e's a p-pain in the ass... B-But a-at least he wa-wa-was punctual ―he looked on the bright side, patting his boss on the back to return inside the flower shop.

―God, I feel like I'm going to pass out from hunger ―the blond muttered, looking behind the counter at his basket, were he used to keep a couple of tangerines, to snack on while he worked. Empty.

―W-W-We could as-ask for something... o-on the in-in-internet ―suggested the brown-haired man, with a smile.

―Hmm... ―the thought of a delivery guy at his store only made him think of the guy across the street. ―Taehyung! ―Yoongi said, with renewed energy, scaring his subordinate a bit. ―Call the restaurant across the street!

―B-But...

―You're going to call and ask them to bring the order here ―he raised both eyebrows, trying to make him understand his idea.

―Be-Being in f-front... wi-wi-will they t-take us into acc-account? ―he hesitated, scratching his cheek.

―They have to, we're customers ―he shrugged. ―Just make sure it's that guy who brings the order.

―Hy-Hyung... y-you kno-know that... I sta-start to stutte-tter mo-mo-more whe-en I'm ner-nervous ―he made an effort to explain. ―And ta-ta-talking on the ph-phone m-makes me ve-ve-ve-very nervous.

―Tae... if I could do it, I wouldn't asking you, knowing how difficult it is for you ―He looked at him almost guiltily, for putting him back in charge of the things he was unable to do due to his shyness. ―I'll be guiding you on what to say, okay?

―Hmm... well ―he took a deep breath, and looking at the number on the front window, he wrote it down, pressing to call. ―He-Hello, good af-af-afternoon ―he stammered, feeling the sweat on his palms. On the other side, a melodious voice that radiated joy greeted him.

―Good afternoon, "Bon Appetit" restaurant, how can I help you?

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