between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝The sun was barely rising, and the Petal Flower Shop was already displaying its pretty flowers in the outside window, like a living painting. Yoongi looked curiously at his assistant, who was adjusting and misaligning his brown bang, striking strange poses in front of the side mirror, taking off her glasses and winking at himself, and putting them back on.

―Where are you going so dressed up? ―he said, making the other scared, holding his glasses in the air, before they fell off, due to his clumsiness and the scare that his boss gave him.

―I-I-I was g-going to... to s-sweep the f-front of the s-store ―informed, letting a smile show.

―Huh? ―Min frowned, not understanding the minor's actions, who passed by him with the broom in one hand and the dustpan in the other.

Jimin appeared a few minutes later, and his underling traitor limited himself to greeting him from outside, without going in to lend a hand with him, and the endless conversation, which he knew would come.

―Good morning, Yoongi-ssi ―he greeted, as radiant as ever, jumping like a child, ending up leaning on the counter, almost invading the blonde's personal space, who instinctively froze. ―Did you sleep well last night? ―he asked, knowing he wouldn't get any answers. ―Because, I do... after a long time, it seems that my roommate, the one from the university, didn't stay to tear the building down ―he shook his head, amused. ―I don't know if I mentioned it before, but Jungkook who is the boy who designated me as a roommate, is a ... well, he likes to go out with every guy that crosses his path, and for me, it's fine, I don't judge... ―Yoongi looked at him, interested in the story. ―What happens is that coexistence becomes overwhelming sometimes, you know? ―He pursed his lips into a pout. ―It's just that he doesn't respect my space, nor the minimum hours that any human being needs to sleep ―he narrowed his eyes in an amused gesture, and Yoongi couldn't hold back the small smile that appeared on his lips, which did not go unnoticed by the young delivery man, who, just seeing that gesture, felt a warm fluttering in his chest. ―Anyway, I'm saving every penny I earn in this job, so that one day, maybe before summer arrives, I can get out of there. ―his look on him turned dreamy, wishing it were so. ―I want to have my own place, even if it's a shoebox, I don't care... I'll settle in and make it my home.

Yoongi blinked, holding his gaze, and Jimin blushed, inevitably. This man was charming, even if he was just standing there, listening to him go on and on.

―Is there a place you can call home, Yoongi-ssi? ―he consulted and the aforementioned looked down at his feet, embarrassed. ―I hope so ―the usual smile didn't fade from Jimin's happy face. ―I was thinking of buying another flower, but... I think I'll trade it for a bouquet of... Gypsophilas? ―he pronounced with difficulty. The blond nodded, and the black-haired boy bit his lower lip, pleased with those tiny advances in his communication. Now Yoongi allowed himself to make eye contact with him, sometimes he would nod to his requests, or even smile, like on that occasion.

Yoongi deftly put together a small bouquet, knowing that they would end up being his gift; and he handed hem to the black-haired guy. He liked that dynamic established between them, and with each flower he received, he felt that he fell a little more in love with Jimin. The boy paid, and handed it over, making sure to take his hand, the blonde, so that he wouldn't move away yet. Min pressed his lips into a line, not knowing how to react to his subtle advances.

―I like that somehow... I'm able to steal a smile from you, Yoongi-ssi ―he spoke, fixing his intense eyes on those of the flower shop owner. ―And also... I would like to be like these flowers in your life... happiness ―he declared, without releasing his grip, remaining a few more seconds, just observing himself in silence, until Yoongi's blush went down to his neck and the dealer smiled, assuming he was pushing the limits of the other. Then, he withdrew his hand from him. ―Have a productive day.

With that farewell, he felt, making the doorbells dance.

Yoongi brought the bouquet to his chest and in his ears, he could hear the strong beating of his heart, as if he was complaining for not daring to tell him the thousand things that were circulating in his mind.

Once again, he turned to his notebook, taking pains to write a new note for Jimin, which the boy would never read.

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