between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝With a light sweat beading his forehead, and his usual blush all the way to his ears, Min Yoongi went out to meet the boy of his dreams, making an effort to keep breathing, without hyperventilating.

―Oh, Yoongi-ssi... I'm sorry to come like this, surely you have a lot of work so early in the morning ―he apologized kindly, confidently approaching the counter and giving him a radiant smile. Yoongi could barely nod, keeping his gaze anywhere near the black-haired guy's face, so as not to make eye contact with him directly. ―But the day is very beautiful, don't you think? ―he continued, without showing himself affected by the silence of the other. ―Today I want to buy a belladonna cove... ―he pointed with his little index finger to the side, where the mentioned flower was. The blond was surprised that he knew his exact name. ―It is said that the basis of a real friendship is sincerity ―he commented, arguing the purchase of that flower. ―That is its meaning.

Repeating from the previous evening, Yoongi picked the most beautiful one, wrapping the stem and giving it to the delivery guy, along with a receipt. Jimin paid and stretched out his hand in front with the cove in his direction.

―Now that you know the meaning, it's yours ―the flower shop owner breathed shallowly, feeling how the butterflies went crazy inside him, fluttering violently, while his hand accidentally brushed against Jimin's, upon receiving his gift. ―Okay, I have to go now, because... my boss is great, as long as I stick to the schedule ―he teased. ―Have a nice day.

And with a renewed smile, he left the store. From inside the warehouse, running, Taehyung appeared, after having heard everything, smiling as wide as his mouth allowed him, beginning to jump around the blond, who still had not fully recovered from what had just happened, looking the flower in his hands.

―Y-You did it, hy-hyung! ―he celebrated, sincerely proud of his boss. ―You m-managed t-to get Ji-Jimin's a-attention ―he assured, doing a dance and wanting the older man to play along, but he refused, wrinkling his nose. ―It looks l-like he's in-interested in y-you, hyung ―he patted his arm in congratulations.

―I feel so frustrated, Tae... ―he let put a breath. ―I can't even enjoy my good luck, because... I don't know what to do or what to say to him, when I have him in front of me ―he dropped into the chair, behind the counter, looking once more at the cove. ―I can't wait to talk to him about so many things... to tell him that I know by heart the meaning of each flower I have in this flower shop... ―he murmured melancholy and Taehyung's smile died a little, turning into a pout. ―If it were up to me, I would give him a whole bouquet of red carnations, to tell him of my pure love... of the heart that sighs inside me and the admiration I feel for him ―he recited, as if he were a poet, moving to his assistant, with his profound words. ―Or perhaps, I would give him a pair of purple dahlias, to tell him about the strong feelings I have for him, and how they grow every day.

―You could give him a couple of pink peonies ―the younger suggested and the blond just laughed embarrassed, knowing that those would be perfectly fine for his current situation.

―By the way... ―seriousness returned to Yoongi, looking at his subordinate strangely. ―Now that I remember, Jimin said something about his phone number... but I was so stunned by his presence that I didn't understand him.

―Who knows what he would talk about? ―the brown-haired boy shrugged, adjusting his glasses, which were almost on the tip of his nose, due to his previous run.

The rest of the day, the blond kept thinking about de delivery boy, about his cheerful eyes and his beautiful way of smiling, about the glowing skin of his face and his shiny raven hair. Park Jimin filled his mind, until afternoon fell and he said goodbye to Taehyung, getting ready to close the place. Like every day, he kept the flowers in the cellar, and swept away the dry leaves that used to fall everywhere, along with the scattered steams. With the flower shop closed, he sat at the counter, taking out a pad and taking a pencil.

He told himself that, those things that could not be said, he would put them on paper, so as not leave them forgotten, and who knows, one day he would have enough courage to send them to his rightful owner.

Seeking that his calligraphy was adequate forwhat he wanted to convey, he wrote.

Drawing a deep sigh from within him, he closed the notebook and cursed his being, silently. He could never hand something like that to Jimin.

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