between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

✿03✿

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⇝Um... yes... I... ―Taehyung looked at his boss in panic, searching him for the words that didn't want to come out of his mouth.

―I want two orders of jjangjamyeon with radish kimchi ―Yoongi whispered, modulating too much, so that it would be understandable to the guy.

―Yes, I-I w-wa-want to or-order... ―a slight giggle from the other end silenced him, making him blush. He heard that all the time, mocking him for his stutter. People didn't understand that he couldn't control it. ―T-Two ord-orders of jja-jja-jjangjam-jamyeon ―he closed his eyes, inwardly cursing his vague effort to speak fluently, to no avail.

―Two orders of jjangjamyeon ―the person on the other end repeated. Taehyung could speculate that he was a young man. ―Anything else?

―Y-Yes... Ki-Ki-Kimchi... ―he hastened to say.

―We have several types ―despite the initial laugh, the man was being particularly patent in taking his order.

―Ra-Ra-Ra...

―Radish? ―he completed, given how difficult he was becoming to speak for Taehyung. The brown-haired guy didn't know whether to thank him or feel even worse.

―Hm-hmm ―he hummed affirmatively, no longer wanting to continue the call.

―Ask if they only have a delivery guy ―Yoongi whispered next to him again, not wanting his plans to be ruined. Taehyung pouted, shaking his head, frustrated that he couldn't speak properly on the phone. Min clasped his hands in a plea, and considering that his boss never begged for anything, he sighed in defeat.

―D-Do yo-you... ha-have a deli-delivery m-man? ―he asked, waiting for the answer.

―A delivery service? ―he hesitated, not quite sure he understood Taehyung question. ―Yes, we do. To what address?

―N-No, I-I kn-know t-that, b-but... I've s-seen... a bl-black-hai-haired b-boy who wo-wo-works the-there ―he tried to explain. ―I-Is it ju-just him, o-or d-do yo-you have so-someone e-e-else?

―Ah... well... I don't see how that information is relevant, but yes, we only have that boy you mention ―he answered, very confused. ―So, to what address do we send your order?

―D-Do yo-you kno-know the Pe-Petal fl-flower sho-shop? ―Taehyung said, biting his lip.

―The one in front here? ―the surprise could be heard in his pretty voice.

―Ye-Yeah... it's the-there ―he confirmed.

―Oo...kay? ―the brown-haired guy was afraid that the guy would think that all this was a bad joke. ―Whose name is the request?

―Ta-Ta-Taehyung ―he limited himself to only saying his name and not his last name.

―Well, Taehyung-ssi... ―in the man's voice, it sounded pretty good. ―The order will take at least twenty minutes to be ready, okay?

―Aha... tha-thank you ve-very m-much ―he said goodbye.

―Thank you, have a good day ―and the call ended, with the boy's heart hammering in his chest, as if he had just run a marathon.

―What did he say? Will the boy come to leave the order? Or is it that they have someone else? ―Yoongi released all the questions that were drowning him, to bite the nail of his little finger later, waiting for an answer.

―Hy-Hyung ―he raised his hand, asking him for a moment to collect his thoughts. If he was clear about what he wanted to say, and he was talking to someone he trusted, he could ease his stutter considerably. ―The g-guy is the o-only one who wo-works there ―he explained. ―You we-were lucky that the ma-man who an-answered my pho-pho-phone call was n-nice ―he shook his head, snorting. ―He almost hung up on me, when I told him it was here.

―Okay, but... so, will he come? ―the other nodded, slumping into his chair, exhausted. ―Thank you very much, Taehyung... I don't know what I would do without you.

―Hi-Hide... ―he replied in a whisper that Min could hear, but he preferred to ignore it, because he knew it was true.

In a certain way, Yoongi was grateful that that boy, five years younger than him, had stuck to him like gum since the first day they met at his older brother's funeral. Yoongi had come to deliver one of his first orders, when his store had been in business for a little over a month. To get new clients, he decided to join a funeral home, and more than once had to be at funerals, arranging wreaths and flower arrangements around various coffins. Kim Taehyung was barely fifteen years old and mourned, like everyone else, the loss of the young boy. Tae's puppy dog eyes, however, had managed to move him as he approached him and told him with great difficulty that he looked a lot like his older brother. Yoongi was only twenty years old and had a big heart, and unable to hep it, he returned to that house the next day, wanting to accompany the boy in his duel, and the day after that and those that followed. Yoongi practically didn't speak, he couldn't go beyond the greeting, which made Taehyung feel comfortable, who was always interrupted when speaking because most people got stressed, not being able to thread a complete sentence in one go. Min was different, he gave him all the time in the world so that he could express what he wanted to say. He used his company to unload all the feelings that his relatives did not want to hear, consoling him and accompanying him selflessly. Yoongi also felt comfortable with the guy, because he didn't pressure him to open up with him, nor did he ask impertinent personal questions, like the others. They both found in each other a colleague, someone who wouldn't judge him, or try to repair him, or force him to overcome his problem, simply accepting his flaws and learning to live with them, supporting himself along the way.

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