between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

✿06✿

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⇝There were only a couple of minutes left before Jimin arrived at the flower shop again with that day's order, and Taehyung together with Yoongi was arranging several buckets with different types of flowers, which had arrived the previous afternoon, to pretend that they had just brought them. In this way, Yoongi would have the perfect excuse to walk around the place, in addition to demonstrating his strength, carrying the heavy buckets.

―He-He-Here he c-comes! ―the brown-haired boy took a long time to say, a prisoner of his nervousness. Yoongi bolted, hiding into the cellar behind the store, waiting for his signal to come out, breathing hard. He didn't want to think of himself as a lunatic for putting so much effort into something as simple as letting the boy he liked know his name. Jimin, his name kept causing butterflies in his stomach and stealing an involuntary smile.

―I brought the order ―the cheerful voice of the delivery guy was heard, who had quickly gained confidence with Taehyung, since the brown-haired boy smiled all the time, as well as radiating a pleasant vibe. Maybe, that helped him overcome his limiting stutter, to talk to customers without major problems, Yoongi thought.

―Gr-Great ―Taehyung replied. ―We ju-just g-got a bi-big ord-der ―he clarified, indicating the flowers at the entrance and the rest of the place. ―L-Let me c-call my b-boss... so he can g-get them out.

―Don't worry ―Jimin tried to stop him, but too late.

―Yoo-Yoongi hyung! ―he yelled, unnecessarily loud, and the aforementioned rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. ―Yoongi hy-hyung! ―with feed of lead and eyes on the ground, Min made his appearance, not daring to keep his eyes on the newcomer. The main objective of his mission was complete and now his platonic knew his name. the flower. ―T-The flowers b-block the wa-way...

―I'll take them off ―he murmured low, not letting him complete his sentence, due to the nervousness that invaded him, just by looking at Jimin's feet. He took a couple of potsherds and pretending that they were not light at all, he carried them into the cellar.

―You didn't have to take anything off ―Jimin spoke, somewhat uncomfortable with how annoyed the florist's owner looked. ―I can go through the flowers. ―he carefully dodged the buckets, reaching the counter and leaving the order on it. ―You see it?

―It's just that w-we had to re-remove them an-anyway ―he clarified. Yoongi re-entered the scene, giving the boy a little look behind his back, without him noticing, secretly appreciating his beauty. He took two more buckets and repeated the process.

Jimin chatted a bit more with Taehyung, before leaving the store completely, with the payment for his delivery. As soon as he noticed the boy's absence, min Yoongi rushed back to get the details of the talk from him.

―What did he say? ―he asked, taking the chair nest to his subordinate. ―Didn't he say anything ab0ut me?

―N-No, hyung ―he shook his head, adjusting his glasses. ―B-But he did s-say that t-the lilies the-there... ―he pointed to one of the many buckets. ―They w-were his fa-fa-favorites.

―The lilies? ― he repeated, looking at the white flowers, with their jagged-edged petals as the pointy tips curved.

―If you e-ever ha-have a d-date... you c-can bring him l-lilies ―he teased, receiving a roll of eyes from his boss.

―And what will you bring to the owner of the "Bon Apettit"? ―it was Yoongi's turn to tease. The other's cheeks turned red, as did his ears.

―Yah! I-I'm n-not in-in-interested in hi-him! ―He forced himself to dismiss his accusations, averting his gaze.

―I see you ―he reminded him. ―And every time you talk to him on the phone, your eyes turn into two hearts.

―I d-don't even kn-know him ―he insisted on dismissing it. ―He c-could b-be forty ye-years old ―he shook his head, tossing his limp hair.

―You said his voice was cute ―he recalled, running a hand over his chin. ―He must be young.

They were both silent for a while, thinking about everything and nothing, until Yoongi snapped back to reality, seeing the buckets still at the entrance, occupying the space.

―Okay, we'll have a quick lunch and then you'll help me put all this back in the cellar ―he ordered.

―Y-Yes, hyung! ―he gave a military salute, taking the chopsticks from him and burying them in his bowl of noodles with bean sauce, attiring them enthusiastically. The blond looked at his plate, grimacing.

―We should change our order ―he suggested. ―Why do we always order jjangjamyeon and kimchi?

―B-Because it's the f-first thing that co-comes to my m-mind ―the brown-haired boy shrugged a shoulder, then putting a large portion into his mouth, chewing happily. ―Hmm... very good ―he gave a thumbs up.

―Your crush cooks well ―he teased and Taehyung choked on the noodles, coughing loudly.

―Yah, hy-hyung! ―he gr0wled, his eyes watering from coughing so much. ―I-I-I al-already told yo-you I do-don't l-like hi-him!

―If you say so ―he commented mischievously, beginning to eat.

The strategy used that day was repeated the following days, keeping Yoongi moving, going back and forth through the store, while Jimin delivered his order for the day, giving the blonde the opportunity to observe him from different angles, always hidden, without the delivery guy would notice his furtive glances, or at least, he thought so.

Jimin wasn't an idiot, and he could tell a move when he saw one. He was aware that something strange was happening with the owner of the Petal flower shop, and his assistant, but he couldn't guess what it was. He could only assure that this pair was extremely rare.

However, the fact of having the black-haired guy around his store frequently was beneficial for Yoongi, who at first couldn't even hold his gaze; well, know, he already managed to be close to the delivery guy, and cross quick exchanges of casual glances. He was still blushing to the roots of his hair, but at least he didn't feel the overwhelming need to run away from him.

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Thank you for reading!

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