between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝―Hello, I guess you were about to close, but... I wanted to come personally to thank you for your delicate work ―he said, taking two more steps, approaching the counter. ―My sister, she was very surprised and adored the bouquet... So much so, that she didn't even want to throw it among the single women, so it wouldn't be ruined ―he let him see a smile that only prolonged the blonde's stillness. ―She promised that she would keep it as long as the flowers lasted... ―a brief silence fell, and the delivery guy refused to let the conversation die, even if he had to take charge of talking everything. ―That day... you left very quickly... well, like always ―he murmured lower. ―I would have gladly asked you to dance or something ―he joked, but Min Yoongi only blushed more and more, with each second that the boy passed in front of him, keeping himself in his position. ―Um... I waited... I waited... I don't know, that you would send me, maybe, a message or something... ―he scratched the back of his neck, remembering his boss's words, and removing them, because he needed find out what had happened. ―But maybe it was imprudent of me to write my phone number, just like that... and I wanted to apologize if I bothered you with my audacity... ―he bowed, of which Yoongi didn't miss a detail. ―I'm like that, outgoing and I like to make friends... also, if I remember correctly, the other day I heard you telling Taehyung-ssi that you wanted to meet me, or something like that... when I came for the bouquet ―he turned his hand in the air, to minimize the importance of having interrupted the particular conversation of that day. ―So... I thought that if I left you my number, it would be easier to satisfy your curiosity... I'm always open to meeting new people ―he gave him a new smile, which managed to bring Yoongi's blush to his chest, and accelerate his heart a hundred. ―Hm... I had already gotten used to coming here every day... today it felt weird to stop doing it ―he commented, referring to the usual order from the restaurant. ―Should I buy at least one flower, to justify my visit to your flower shop? ―he asked, though he received no response. Anyway, he kept his smile, walking the remaining steps to reach the counter watching the blonde's wide and restless eyes, having him so close to him, reminding him of the wedding day. ―Can you sell me a lily, Yoongi-ssi? ―he asked, and his velvety voice was low, caressing the eardrums of the owner of the store.

As if he woke up from a deep slumber, he moved awkwardly slowly, until the lilies that were near the display case, in full view and patience of Jimin.

―You must know that, in the language of flowers, the lily is like a beginning... ―he resumed his talk, recalling his investigation that afternoon. ―A greeting... don't you think it's an appropriate flower to start a friendship? ―he questioned, rhetorically, seeing the man choose the most beautiful lily among all that there was. ―Also, it means purity... a pure heart... ―he paused, as Min Yoongi returned to him, wrapping the stem of the flower, to hand it over to him to register its value in the cash register. Jimin took cash out of his red delivery man's jacket, the one he was still wearing, paying for his purchase in complete silence. ―Yoongi-ssi... ―he spoke directly to him, taking the receipt from him. ―It's for you ―he handed him the flower and the blond accepted it, not understanding what was happening, intensifying his blush, if that was possible. ―Have a nice night.

And with those words of farewell, the boy left, leaving Yoongi on the brink of collapse. Finding himself alone in his store again, he began to hyperventilate, smiling as wide as he could, almost laughing out loud at what had just happened. He needed someone to pinch him or slap him, because it couldn't be real that, the most beautiful boy he's ever met in his life, had gone to his flower shop just to buy a flower and give it to him, in that meaningful way, based on language from the flowers.

The nest day, Taehyung whistled relaxed, arriving at a new work day, stopping when he bumped into Jimin. The black-haired boy gracefully stopped his bike, getting off it while he was still moving, to park in front of the flower shop, instead of the restaurant across the street.

―H-Hi, Jimin... ―he greeted, somewhat surprised.

―Taehyung ―a smile lit up his face, under his red delivery boy cap. ―Is Yoongi-ssi there? ―he asked, making the florist widen his eyes in surprise.

―Yoon-Yoongi... Yoongi hy-hyung? ―he hesitated.

―Yeah... is he inside? ―he insisted, determined to enter the premises.

―I-I'm g-going to s-see i-i-if he's here y-yet ―he hurried to run inside, going directly into the cellar, because he knew that the olde one would arrive very early to accommodate the display case, taking the flowers out of the cellar, on his own. ―Hy-Hyung! ―he appeared like a hurricane, taking the blond by the shoulders and shaking him, unable to contain his emotion.

―What do you have, fool? ―he frowned at him, for making him drop a couple of forget-me-nots.

―Ji-Ji-Jimin... he's o-out t-there... ―the blond raised his eyebrows and widened his feline eyes in surprise. ―L-Looking for y-you...

―Me? ―he pointed his index finger at himself, incredulous.

―Y-Yeah... he a-asked ab-bout "Yoo-Yoongi-ssi" ―he detailed, increasing the jolt on his arms.

―I can't go out... ―panic invaded him, feeling that he would start to hyperventilate like the previous afternoon, after the delivery man left the flower shop. ―You take charge of him, tell him I'm very, very busy, Tae... ―it was his turn to take his arms, begging.

―B-But he a-asked f-for you ―he reminded him.

―It's just... ―he bit his lip, glancing towards the cellar door, before beginning to speak in whispers. ―Yesterday he was here, just when you left, he came in and I was frozen... like always ―he made a face, but Taehyung was too excited to hear the story, so he didn't comment. ―He thanked me for the bouquet and said that his sister was going to keep it forever, and then he said something about the language of flowers and that it was strange for him not to come to the store anymore... he bought me a lily, because he said that it was pure and a good start to a friendship, he paid for it... and gave it to me... can you believe it? He just bought it, gave it to me and left ―he shook him, making him understand his dilemma.

―He l-likes y-you, hy-hyung! J-Jimin likes...! ―Yoongi hastened to cover the mouth of his indiscreet assistant.

―Shut up, he's going to hear you ―he demanded, snorting.

Eventually, he decided it was better to come out and show his face. If Jimin was looking for him, it was for something.

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Thank you for reading!

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