between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

✿10✿

💐

⇝Park Jimin was almost sure that he had written his number correctly, so it was not explained why, the man who seemed to have a particular interest in him, did not dare to call him, not even once.

Perhaps he had misinterpreted the signs and the man was not curious about him, as he thought he heard that time when he went to leave his order. And that was where his greatest concern arose. They didn't get an order from the flower shop for the first time in two weeks, and Jimin was starting to think it was his fault. He could tell how shy the flower shop owner was, and assumed something was up with him, but he didn't want to be the cause of his reluctance to order lunch. Probably, he was embarrassed at being overheard talking about him, or being harassed by Jimin, by writing his cell phone number on the form.

―Ugh ―he slumped down on the reception desk. Seokjin looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

―Are you still hungover from the wedding? ―he crossed his arms, envying him. ―Do you want seaweed soup?

―No, that's not it... Hyung, I think I misunderstood things and threw myself where I shouldn't ―he confessed, searching for a word to guide him.

―What are you talking about? ―he wanted to know, now interested in gossip. ―Did you hook up with someone at your sister's wedding? Is married?

―What? No! ―he wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. ―I'm talking about the guy from the front.

―The one from the flower shop? I thought he hated you ―instinctively he looked at Petal flower shop, thinking of a certain boy with a stutter.

―Me too, or well... I don't know whether to call it hate, because with him I'm never have anything clear ―he huffed, then stretching his lower lip into a pout. ―He looks at me... ―Seokjin frowned, confused. ―He's always... watching me and he thinks I don't notice, but every time I'm in his store, and I look for his face, his eyes are on me and he pretends it's not like that ―his boss wrinkled his nose, not understanding what the boy in front of him was saying. ―So, I thought that he was curious about me or that he just didn't like me... until I heard him talking to Taehyung...

―Taehyung? ―Jin couldn't help but say his name, recognizing him.

―Yes, they were talking about something like... they didn't have a delivery guy and Yoongi... the owner of the flower shop ―he clarified, noticing that his boss would ask. ―He... seemed annoyed or worried about that... It was the day I didn't come to work; it wasn't difficult to connect the dots, they were talking about me.

―Were they rude? ―an apprehensive tone appeared in the older one.

―No, on the contrary... ―he got closer to his boss, though the counter, to continue speaking in confidence. ―Yoongi said that they were only ordering lunch here, to see me... and that he was spending everything he earned at the flower shop.

―Are you serious? ―he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

―Yes, I heard it directly from him... and that also surprised me a lot... hearing him speak ―his gaze softened, losing itself in the distance. ―He has a very attractive voice... deep...

―Don0t fall in love, Jiminie ―he shook his head. ―Love is not always as beautiful as others paint it.

―I'm not in love with Yoongi ―he declared, rolling his eyes haughtily. ―And I don't think he's a jerk either, like Jungkook... as long as he's half as good, I'll settle... not like that cheeky guy who intends to fuck the whole university in our shared room... God, I need to get out from there soon.

―Let's not get off topic ―Jin asked, knowing all too well about the adventures of the famous college roommate. ―So... you jumped in with Yoongi?

―Something like that, no... it's not like I literally did it ―he tried to explain. ―But since I ordered the bouquet for my sister at his flower shop, and I really didn't think he would leave it himself, but he did and I just... left him my number on the purchase order ―he confessed.

―That's all? ―he pursed his lips, losing interest as it wasn't such a big deal.

―He didn't call ―he pointed out, to imply his annoyance. ―I left him my number, I smiled pretty and looked at him, you know how ―he emphasized. ―And I didn't even get a message... nothing.

―You're drowning in a drop of water, Jiminie ―he stifled a laugh, shaking his head. ―If that man isn't able to talk to you when he's in front of you, what makes you think he'll do it over the phone?

―I don't know, I thought it would be easier if his problem is shyness ―he said, waving his hands.

―And what if his problem is something else? Or if he has a girlfriend or boyfriend? ―he approached the minor, with mischief painted on his face. ―Maybe he was just looking at you because you had something on your face, or you were wearing your shirt backwards.

―That only happened to me twice! ―he complained.

―Three, Jimin... three times ―he corrected, letting out a laugh. ―Look, do this... ―his boss gave him a look around the store. ―Go personally and talk to him, but don't go asking why he didn't call you... That would be a bit humiliating... Just... tell him what your favorite flower is or whatever; search the internet for an article about flowers and have a conversation about something that will be interesting for him...

―It's a lousy plan ―he crossed his arms, not very convinced.

―But it's a plan, anyway ―he winked at him. ―Dare, because life in only one... and hurry up with that order or it's going to get cold.

―Coming out, boss ―he gave a military salute and left the premises.

At the end of his shift, in the afternoon, he watched the flower shop carefully, waiting for Taehyung to come out. Without letting the opportunity pass, thinking that the man made all that effort and expense, just to see him every day, he entered the flower shop, ringing the bells. If he wanted to see it so much, it would be for a reason and he was going to find out what. He needed to find out what kind of interest Yoongi had in him.

The florist's owner appeared from the cellar, with his usual neutral expression, opening his mouth to say something that Jimin didn't hear, because he was completely paralyzed when he saw him there, like a little road animal, dazzled by the lights of a vehicle. Before he could run away from him, Jimin started to speak.

.

.

.

Thank you for reading!

ʚïɞ