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Park Jimin has started working as a delivery boy at a restaurant, but the owner of the flower shop across the street seems to hate him, running away from him every time he sees him. What Jimin doesn't know is that he suffers from great sh...
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⇝As usual, Jimin was relaxed, resting his hip on the counter of the flower shop, waving his hands, while detailing the latest news of his life to Yoongi, who listened attentively from his seat, without saying a word.
―And I, the truth is that I am a little surprised, you know? ―he ran a hand through his raven hair, adjusting the cap over it, then. ―Because, I'm glad he finally stopped fooling around with the whole university, I mean... at some point he had to stop and settle down ―he rolled his eyes at him. ―But this guy he met, he's nice and he seems like he's really worth it... but I'm not sure Jungkook deserves someone so good in his life, and I know I sound like a scoundrel... However, I'm tempted to tell him that he should look for someone better ―he laughed at his own joke, and a faint smile tugged at one corner of Yoongi's mouth. ―It's not true, I... despite the fact that sometimes I want to kick him out of the room, I respect that big fool... I just hope he doesn't ruin it.
―Hmm, hmm ―Yoongi hummed affirmatively, and Jimin fixed his eyes on the blonde, since he had muttered an attempt to respond to his conversation, unconsciously. The black-haired guy gave him his best smile, even though deep down, he desperately wanted to know the exact reason for his silence. He wanted to know why Yoongi never spoke to him, like he did to Taehyung or some customers. What made him different from them?
However, he told himself that he would not allow that to discourage him, because, even if it were not enough, Yoongi was responding to his conversations, participating more and more, holding his gaze and nodding from time to time.
―Can you sell me a blue rose, Yoongi-ssi? ―his expression returned to being cordial, while he watched the owner of the flower shop go in search of his order. Jimin wasn't usually one to keep thoughts of him to himself, so as soon as he received the flower, he said exactly what was on his mind. ―If I'm honest with you, I don't understand what's going on, or what makes me keep trying... ―the blond blinked, confused. ―But I plan to be patient... which is what this blue rose symbolizes... ―he handed him the flower, caressing the back of Yoongi's pale, veined hand with the soft petals as he handed it over. ―Yoongi-ssi, I can wait as long as you need... I just wanted you to know.
The aforementioned gasped, being, as always, speechless at how direct Park Jimin could be. The boy left, walking with a unique grace in him, as if he were a dancer; and Yoongi took the much-used notebook from him, rummaging for a spare sheet.
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The blond nibbled the tip of the pencil, reviewing his words with eyes, and ending his writing with today's date and a melancholic sigh. Taehyung appeared with the planner and a couple of signed purchase orders ready to file, so Min discreetly kept his notebook, avoiding raising suspicions in the minor.
―I already compl-pleted t-today's d-deliveries ―the brown-haired guy informed satisfied.
―Okay, I'll go put this away in the office ―he took the orders, next to the planner, getting lost in the back door.
Seeing himself alone, Taehyung walked around the counter, as Yoongi had already scolded him for jumping on it, and picked up the phone, typing fast, glancing back a couple of times, in case his boss suddenly returned.
―Good afternoon, "Bon Appetit" restaurant, how can I help you? The brunette let out a sigh.
―I-I'm l-looking for the o-owner... ―he joked, wanting to add "of my heart" to his sentence, but regretting it at the last moment.
―Taehyung-ssi... ―the illusion was perceived through the line. ―Why are you so pretty? ―he asked directly. ―I've been watching you these days... wearing down the pavement with that broom ―he gave a flirtatious laugh, which Taehyung seconded. ―I'm glad you kept your promise... it was easy to recognize you.
―S-S-Seokjin-ssi... d-don't s-say su-such t-things ―his stutter increased as he was praised by the other, blushing.
―Now that I see how handsome you are, I think I'm afraid you'll meet me ―he confessed, making Taehyung's smile die.
―W-Why? ―he hesitated, disappointed.
―Because... maybe you don't like me ―he revealed his insecurities.
―T-That's im-impossible ―he hastened to say, until he realized that the man on the other end of the phone line had used a particular word. ―Gi-Give me an appointment ―he dared to propose. ―And I'll sh-show you that it w-won't.
―But... ―panic crept into his voice. ―I have to work... Taehyung-ssi, my job is from Monday to Sunday... I don't have days off ―he explained, embarrassed.
―C-Come on, Seokjin-ssi ―he insisted. ―Gi-Give me at l-least one ho-hour... t-that's en-enough.
He clung to the slightest hope that Seokjin had been sincere during the time they had been talking solely on the phone, and that his interest was genuine.
―Hm... fine ―he agreed, and Taehyung celebrated in silence. ―I promise that as soon as I have some time... I'll let you know, Taehyung-ssi.
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