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Park Jimin has started working as a delivery boy at a restaurant, but the owner of the flower shop across the street seems to hate him, running away from him every time he sees him. What Jimin doesn't know is that he suffers from great sh...
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⇝―He-Hello... ―Taehyung said into the phone.
―Oh, it's you again ―the florist boy detected the joy in the words in the other end of the line, and unconsciously smiled.
―Y-Yes... ―he confirmed.
―So... ―remaining silent, the man was forced to force the words out of him. ―What do you want to order today?
―Hm... ―the brown-haired guy's restless eyes searched the older ones, because before calling, they hadn't even agreed on what they would ask for. Yoongi shrugged and modulated "same as yesterday", to muddle though. Taehyung nodded in understanding. ―T-The sa-same a-as yes-yesterday... ca-can it b-be? ―he answered.
―Uh-huh, yes... ―a soft giggle was heard and the brown-haired boy wanted to sigh. If his voice matched his face, he must be a really cute boy, he thought. ―Well, it just so happens that... I have a quite a few orders in a single day, so you can imagine that I can't keep up with every order that leaves my restaurant.
―A-Are yo-you the ow-owner? ―he couldn't help but ask.
―Yes, I am... ―a new laugh was heard. ―You are the client who has had me on the phone the longest ―and Taehyung couldn't believe that the man was joking with him. Should he also reply with a joke? No, he would end up ruining it by not being able to say it fluently.
―I-I didn't want to bo-bo-bother you ―he said by way of apology.
―Don't worry ―he brushed off. ―May I take your order then?
―Su-Sure... two ser-servings of jja-jjang...
―Oh... jjangjamyeon with radish kimchi ―he reminded, ―It's right?
―Uh-huh... ca-can t-the ki-kimchi be m-made fr-from ca-cabbage? ―he asked, his palms starting to sweat.
―Of course, you are the customer ―that laugh was making him blush every time he heard it. ―Can you confirm your name?
―K-Kim Ta-Taehyung ―he mentally congratulated himself for saying it better than the day before.
―Kim Taehyung, I won't forget it anymore ―he assured, giving the brown-haired the feeling that there was a certain coquetry in the wat he spoke to him, later dismissing it as absurd. ―As you know, the order can take up to twenty minutes to be ready... is it at the flower shop across the street?
―Yes ―he confirmed, playing with the edge of his apron.
―Very well, thank you very much for your request ―he began to say goodbye.
―Wa-Wait! ―he stopped him, and a silence followed. He mentally slapped himself with the urge to yell at him.
―Do you want to add anything else? ―he heard his voice again, always sounding so cheerful.
