between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝A new day began, and the first thing Yoongi did when he saw his assistant arrive was to take him by the arm and sit him in the chair behind the counter.

―Taehyung, please... don't move from here for the world ―he said, with a mixture of plea and command in his voice.

―Wh-What happened, hy-hyung? ―he asked, his eyes wide behind his thick-rimmed glasses.

―It's just... if Jimin comes, I need you to be present ―he clarified. ―He always talks to me about things, and I can't answer him... I want him to at least talk to you and not wait for someone to respond to his words ―he lamented, with a sad expression. ―Besides, I have two deliveries due today, at noon ―he added, letting out a sigh.

―A-Aha ―the younger agreed giving tentative glances at the restaurant across the street, though the display case.

As he indicated, Min loaded the orders into the truck, with the help of his subordinated, and after warning him not to leave the display case alone, he left, promising to return with lunch for both of them.

Taehyung gave a military salute, running inside and grabbing the phone. From memory, he punched in a particular number, and waited, wrapping the cord around his finger as he bit his lower lip.

―Good afternoon, "Bon Apettit" restaurant, how can I help you? ―the beautiful voice that haunted his thoughts, made him slime immediately.

―Seok-Seokjin-ssi ―he replied, and he could almost hear the other smile.

―Oh, Taehyung-ssi... I was already missing hearing you ―he changed his tone, to a more mellow one. ―You are going to order the usual?

―Uhm... n-no... not t-this t-time ―he said, strangling his index finger, so much that it was pressing the wire around him, due to his nervousness. ―M-My boss i-is st-stingy and d-doesn't w-want to f-feed me ―he joked, but them mentally patted himself, considering that the man could end up telling Jimin about it, creating a bad image for the delivery guy. ―I-I'm just ki-kidding... h-he's a... a g-great b-boss ―he corrected himself, delighted to hear the soft laughter from the other end.

―How is it that, being our workplaces face to face, we have never seen each other? ―he dropped the question, and the brown-haired guy bit his lower split his face in half.

―W-We probably have s-seen each other... b-but we d-don't know what t-the other one lo-looks like... so... ―he shrugged, even though Seokjin couldn't see it.

―Hm... yeah, that makes sense ―he heard him sigh. ―Can... Can you describe yourself, Taehyung-ssi? ―he asked kindly. ―That way, if I see you sweeping the front of the flower shop, from my window, I'll be able to know that it's about you.

―I-It's not f-fair ―he complained with a pout. ―Be-Because I can't even s-see you from he-here. ―Seokjin could only laugh, charming the boy more and more.

―Come on... at least, give me a clue... anything ―he gave his voice a note of tenderness as he spoke, which ended up convincing him.

―Well... hmm... I-I wear glasses... and um... I'm b-brown ―he detailed. ―And since my b-boss is blond and with p-perfect vision, it is difficult f-for you t-to confuse us.

―I don't know if it's just my idea, but... ―Seokjin paused for a bit. ―Have you noticed that every time we talk, you stutter less?

―S-So, y-y-you th-think? ―his nervousness betrayed him, making it difficult for him to speak fluently.

―Well, maybe it's just my imagination ―he laughed, amused.

―Seokjin-ssi ―he composed his expression, clearing his throat, to sound as fluent as he could. ―Y-Your laugh is very... v-very beaut-tiful.

―God... you can't be serious ―he was skeptical. ―It's horrible, don't lie.

―I'm a st-stutter... n-not a l-liar ―he assured, happy to hear him laugh again.

―Your stutter is very adorable ―it was his turn to praise him.

―T-That's a l-lie... ―the boy blushed up to his ears. It had always been a limitation in his life, bringing him more that one problem, denying him opportunities, like going to a good university. ―It's v-v-very frustrating n-not being a-able t-to speak w-well... It can't be a p-pretty thing...

―For me it is... that's why I recognize you easily, every time you call here... ―he commented. ―It's enough for me to hear your voice, and I know it's about you, Taehyung-ssi...

―It's v-very nice t-to know that m-my calls are well -re-received ―he flirted openly.

―They always are ―he replied in the same sweet tone. ―And I'd love to spend the day listening to you, but... unfortunately, I can't ―sadness tinged his voice. ―Since someone can call to place an order, and I need the customers... ―he sighed. ―The bills won't pay themselves.

―Hm... I u-understand, Seokjin-ssi ―he resigned himself. ―So, I-I won't t-take your time a-anymore... We'll t-talk tomorrow, or an-another d-day...

―Have a nice day ―he said goodbye, as if he didn't really want to.

―Y-You too, Se-Seokjin-ssi... and I p-promise to g-go out to s-sweep m-more often ―he joked, ending the call. He put the phone back in his place and sighed heavily.

Although he didn't understand how, the brown-haired boy was falling deeply for a person he didn't know, rather that through the phone line. For Taehyung, Seokjin was a complete mystery, owner of one of the most charming voices he had ever heard in his life, as well as the most unusual and unique laugh in the world. Those little things were enough for him to feel a strong fluttering in his chest and smile like a fool.

Without much else to do, he picked up the broom; and after taking a look in the mirror, arranging his hair, he went out to sweep, although was no dirt.

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