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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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⇝Park Jimin, in all his glory, walked towards Yoongi, fixing his gaze on the box in his hands.
―Oh my god... is that the bouquet? ―he said, with his cheerful voice and warm timbre of his, that he bought the blond back to reality, making him blush completely. The blush was probably covering his chest by now. He had Jimin less that a meter away, looking like a fairytale prince, so unreal, and smiling kindly waiting for him to say something.
―Y-Yeah... ―he whispered, as if an invisible hand was strangling him, barring the air. Somewhat clumsily, he handed the box over to him, praying that the ground would open up under him and he would disappear.
―Wow... it's perfect ―he looked at the bouquet in his hands and his dark eyes shone like a starry night. Yoongi got lost in them, inevitably. ―That's exactly what I wanted, thank you very much ―he added, his smile widening.
The woman, catching the strange exchange, withdrew to the hall counter, giving them a moment alone.
―Do I have to... sign something or...? ―Jimin's curious gaze inspected the blonde, who seemed not to be inside his body, as if he had petrified in his place. In his hand, he held a form with the delivery order, but Yoongi made no move to ask him to sign. ―Are you... Are you okay? ―the black-haired boy began to worry, seeing him so still and with a red face. Reacting barely, he handed him the form, as clumsily as he had done with the box. Jimin kept the smile, assuming that the man really did have some problem that made it difficult for him to socialize, or something. He signed, and guided by a hunch that he had been carrying since he heard him speak with his assistant, he added his cell phone number under his signature. ―You've done a wonderful job, I'm sure my sister will love it... thank you very much, Yoongi-ssi ―he thanked, bowing before the blonde's stunned look.
He handed over the planner and Yoongi saw the opportunity to get out of there, now that he had managed to do what he at first thought was impossible. Without so much as a "goodbye", Min left the room in mid-run, getting into his truck and revving it up, breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon.
He did it. He, Min Yoongi, had delivered the bouquet for Jimin's sister. He kept his gaze on him and didn't run away; at least, until he completed the delivery.
Like a nut, he began to laugh at his feat, in disbelief of what he was capable of.
By the time he returned to the flower shop, Taehyung had no nails left to bite, in his anxiety to find out how his boss had fared, knowing that he had sent him to the lion's den.
―Hy-Hyung! ―he exclaimed as soon as he entered and the bells rang.
―I did it ―was the first thing he released, with a smile so big it was scary. ―I did it!
―D-Did you ha-hand him t-the b-bouquet? ―the brown eyes widened in surprise.
―I gave the bouquet to Park Jimin himself and I... God... I almost had a heart attack in front of him ―he wrinkled his nose, running a hand over his chest, where his heart was racing again at the memory of his perfume and his beautiful smile with perfect white teeth.
―W-Was it w-worth it t-to go th-there? ―Taehyung asked now, leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head, satisfied with the success of his plan.
―Completely ―Yoongi replied, laughing in pure bliss.
Carelessly, he left the planner on the counter, not noticing what was written there.
The next day, the Petal flower shop returned to its usual routine, with Yoongi cleaning and arranging the display case, showing off the order that had arrived that morning, highlighting the daisies, among the red gladioli and blue roses. A daring and fun combination, for the spring atmosphere that was breathed.
Taehyung's mother stopped by at noon, to leave each of them a lunch and take advantage of buying a beautiful bouquet, to take to the memorial of her deceased son. In the afternoon, the chestnut said goodbye to his boss, leaving and Yoongi got ready to finish accommodating the last buckets of flowers in the back cellar, to finally close.
The flower shop bell rang. At first, Yoongi assumed that his subordinate had forgotten something, but not hearing him say anything, he hastened to inform them that they were already closing. However, his words were stuck in his throat, meeting Jimin's shining face.
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