between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝Jimin took one of the pencils from the counter, absently playing with it, while he spoke, as he did every day, to his silent receiver, inside the Petal flower shop.

―And, although I didn't have much faith in them, Hoseok seems happy with Jungkook ―he twirled the pencil between the fingers of his hand. ―Everyone can see that they complement each other and anyone who saw them together would think of them as a couple, from years ago ―he let out a melancholic sigh, envying them. ―Maybe I shouldn't have judged their relationship hastily... Because, who knows for sure how love things work? ―he rested the tip of the pencil on the counter, raising his gaze to Yoongi's attentive eyes, giving him a significant look, regarding what he was saying, which the blond received with a blush. ―There's a flower that has perfect meaning for what's going through my head these days... Yoongi-ssi, today I want to buy a sage ―he informed, and Yoongi brough it for him, repeating the process each day. ―And with this one in particular, I want you to take into account its meaning ―he gave it to him.

The blond, making his capacity work to the maximum, understood what he meant. Then something happened.

Yoongi looked at Jimin and his mouth stretched into a smile. The first real smile that Park Jimin received, since he met him. The black-haired guy, satisfied with his reaction, returned an equal one, leaving, recording that image in his memories. 

Two days after that, Jimin once again returned to his store, this time, before the store closed. His conversation centered on his sister's return after their honeymoon.

―That fool was complaining all night, because she couldn't sleep ―he laughed with amusement. ―Mom told me that the sun burned her skin, because she fell asleep on the beach... so, she had to be putting an aloe vera gel on her, so that the heat stroke and burning would go down ―he denied, as if he were pitying the clumsiness of his older sister. ―I don't understand the point of sitting in the middle of the afternoon, without any protection, until the sun scorches you like a piece of bacon ―the black-haired guy added. ―For my honeymoon, I would like to go to a more temperate place... ―his eyes turned dreamy, like every time he envisioned his dream future. ―No extreme weather... ―Jimin's gaze fell on the blonde. ―Of course... for that, I must first find a boyfriend willing to spend the rest of his life with me ―he released, like a wrecking ball against Min Yoongi's fragile heart in love, adding a flirtatious wink, which closed his throat suddenly.

Choking on his own saliva, Yoongi began to cough, patting his chest to compose himself, feeling awkward in front of Jimin, who only showed concern, instead of mockery, as he feared.

―God, Yoongi-ssi, are you alright? ―and that honest phrase, he reminded the aforementioned, the first time he was close to him. He cursed himself for not being nice to him that time. And, refusing to repeat the story, he cleared his throat, looking more composed, and nodded curtly. The smile appeared once more on Jimin. ―I guess I'm taking too much of your time, and it's a little late now ―he gave a quick look behind him. ―Could I have a couple of multicolored pansies? One of those from the shore ―he pointed with his finger and Yoongi complied with his order. As he handed them over, Jimin's tone of voice changed to a lower, softer tone as he spoke. ―Think of me, as I do of you... ―he recited, and Yoongi felt like he was drowning again. ―That's what it means ―he waved the small bouquet, to make himself understood, before presenting them to him.

With wavering hands, and once in the solitude of his empty store, Yoongi wrote with passion.

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