between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝The next day, at the flower shop, Yoongi was frowning in disagreement, refusing what his assistant told him.

―You know I can't, Tae ―he crossed his arms, huffing, his cheeks starting to turn red. Just imagining himself in the situation that the boy proposed made his palms sweat.

―I think this is a good opportunity to talk to him ―he encouraged him, not wanting to give up so quickly.

―How am I going to talk to him, if I can't even meet his gaze? ―he insisted, growling. ―It's absurd that I try, if I already know the result of that ―he shook his head, lowering his eyes. ―It is better that you give it to him, and then we'll get out of this... Besides... I've been thinking about... ―his eyes drifted from him to the picture window and beyond, where he could see the Bon Apettit restaurant across the street. ―We'll stop ordering lunch from Jimin's workplace... If he heard us talking, it will be very awkward to continue with this silly plan.

―Hy-Hyung... but, he didn't seem upset about it ―he reminded him. ―He even smiled at you... and it was a very nice smile.

―Everything he does is beautiful ―he pointed out. ―But we can't go on with that anymore... So, if you wanted to win over the owner, you'll have to go personally.

―That is not so! ―it was Taehyung's turn to blush. ―Besides... even of you don't talk to him... even if you don't tell him anything... ―he resumed the initial thread of the conversation. ―Wouldn't you like to know what Jimin looks like in a suit on? ―he raised and lowered his eyebrows, changing his tone to a more mischievous one, making the older man roll his eyes. ―You can't ignore that he is very...

―Shut up ―he sentenced, seeing him gesturing with his hands. ―I don't pay attention to those things ―his ears burned, remembering the sneaky glances he had given the delivery guy, although without bad intentions. Really, Jimin had an amazing body, like everything about him.

―Will you lose the opportunity to see him like this? ―Yoongi passed a hand over his forehead, thinking about it.

Maybe Taehyung was right. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he didn't even need to engage him in conversation. He would just come into the room and hand over the bouquet, leaving as quickly as he arrived. A "hello" would suffice.

An hour later, Yoongi was pressing hard on the steering wheel of the small delivery wan, his hands sweaty and his knuckles turning as white as a sheet of paper. His face was also beading with cold sweat and his stomach wasn't helping, writing in nervousness. He had less than fifteen minutes to gather the courage he lacked and walk with the box containing the bouquet, straight to the event room in front of him; handing Jimin request.

―I can't... I can't do it... ―he gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. He rolled down the window and took deep breaths. He was hating Taehyung at the time, for convincing him of the impossible.

―Excuse me? ―a relatively young man, in a suit with buttons, approached to speak to him. ―You need something? ―Yoongi looked at him with wide eyes, and reddened ears.

―Y-Yeah... ―he stammered, looking down, wanting to start the truck to get away from there.

―Are you here to make a delivery? ―he hesitated, looking at the large logo of the flower shop, stamped on the side of the vehicle.

―Yes ―he repeated. Understanding that his vehicle was in the way of the arrival of the wedding guests, he told himself that he had to deliver the bouquet once and for all or they would remove it from there with a tow truck, or with the police, besides, he would not comply with Jimin, who trusted him, the bridal bouquet for his sister, on the most important day of her life. He had to do it for Jimin.

Climbing down on wobbly legs, he pulled out the box containing the bouquet, once again admiring his detailed workmanship. He was simply beautiful and very attached to the sketch that his assistant drew. Jimin would be very satisfied with his work. In the reception room of the event room, an elegant woman, around thirty, was holding a form, with what Yoongi supposed would be the guest list.

―Good afternoon, may I have your invitation? ―said the woman, as soon as she saw him enter.

―No... I'm not invited ―he clarified. ―I have a delivery... for Park Jimin ―unconsciously, he smiled as he said his full name. he had obtained that information free of charge, from him. ―It's the bride's bouquet ―he added, brows raised in silent question.

―Oh, is it from Petal Flower Shop? ―and that question warmed the blonde's chest. Jimin had talked to her about his flower shop, taking the trouble to let her know he was coming. However, he dismissed the matter, thinking that it was obvious that he would have to say so or he would not to be allowed in. Min just nodded, looking around, when the girl typed on her cell phone. ―I'm going to tell him ―she said, and the initial panic returned to the blonde.

―Couldn't you... receive it? ―he asked, with pleading eyes.

―Sorry, I'm not authorized ―she clarified. ―Besides, Park Jimin himself asked me to let him know when his sister's bouquet arrived ―Yoongi was stunned, and his head became abuzz with noisy thoughts.

Jimin wanted to see him. Jimin was hoping that he would come to drop off the bouquet. Jimin asked to be notified when he arrived. Jimin, despite knowing what he was up to with lunches, was looking for a way to meet him. Jimin intentionally went to his store. Jimin wanted him to make the bouquet for his sister... Could it be that he...?

―Oh... here he comes ―and any thought that was circulating in the blonde's mind was erased upon hearing that, turning to the right, to feel how his world was collapsing against the beauty that was Park Jimin. None of the possible scenarios that his mind imagined on the way to the place did justice to what his eyes were seeing. The black-haired guy was impeccably dressed in a navy blue suit, tailored to his perfect body. A pretty boutonniere adorned the lapel of the jacket and his black shoes shone like mirrors. His hair had been casually set with a bit of hairspray, lifting it up and leaving a flirtatious look on his bare forehead.

Min Yoongi's weak excited heart stopped for a couple of seconds, then beat derailed, on the verge of tachycardia. It was too much to process at once.

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