between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝Taking advantage of the little break that his boss gave them, thanks to his appointment with Taehyung, Jimin went to the Petal flower shop, for his usual visit.

―Yoongi-ssi... ―he greeted, reaching the counter to lean on it properly. ―Do you know who is a happy guy? Me ―he pointed to his chest. ―Do you remember the research paper they gave me last week? ―Yoongi blinked, as if he was saying yes with that gesture. ―Well, I managed to finish it last night, and what a relief, because I had enough of it ―he laughed easily. ―I mailed it in today, and the teacher said he'll hand in the grades tomorrow ―he bit his lower lip, thinking about it. ―I'm a little nervous, but I know I'll get a good grade, because I put my heart into that essay ―he dramatized. ―I guess once I graduate, I can finally feel like a winner.

The place fell silent, as Jimin remained thoughtful.

―I always come here, and start talking about anything, non-stop ―a wistful exhalation escaped him. ―I'd love to hear from you, Yoongi-ssi... whatever ―his light brown eyes looked at him with implicit pleading in them, begging to be blessed with the gravelly voice he couldn't get out of his head, like that time he heard him talking to Taehyung.

Yoongi, stunned, opened his mouth a little, wanting to respond, then closed it, unable to make a sound. The sad smile that appeared on Jimin broke his heart.

―Can I have a pink dahlia? ―and, just as he had been doing for three weeks, Yoongi collected it and handed it over.

Park Jimin didn't have the courage to talk about its meaning, or why he had chosen that flower for him. He just gave it to him, like the precious ones, and left in silence.

Yoongi dropped his head, intentionally slamming it against the wall behind him.

―Idiot ―hecursed himself, resorting once more to pencil and paper, who had become his greatestconfidants.

Yoongi snapped the notebook shut, throwing it under the counter, to cover his face, anguish stinging his eyes, and his breathing coming back shallow.

Meanwhile, at the restaurant across the street, his owner returned with a radiant smile and a colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand. Taehyung bowed to him goodbye, crossing the promenade to return to work. Seokjin walked into Bon Apettit, as if he had just won the lottery twice in a row, and Jimin was happy that at least one of them had a good experience with the neighbors across the street.

―Is it too soon to say that I like it too much? ―he asked and the black-haired boy shook his head, laughing.

―What happened to not fall in love, because love is not as beautiful as others paint it? ―he recited his own words. ―Not that all men were louts, unfaithful, or jealous? ―he teased some more.

―You and I are men, and we don't fit that description ―he pointed out. ―And, I said that before I met Taehyung.

―I can see that you are special to him ―Jimin commented, looking carefully at the flowers in his boss's hands.

―You think so? ―he got excited, and his smile expanded.

―He gave you daisies... ―he pointed his finger and Seokjin waited for him to continue. ―With that, he wanted to tell you that he only has eyes for you ―he explained the meaning of the flowers.

―Woah... ―he looked at the bouquet with much more fascination than before, now knowing its background.

―He bought it... before he even knew what I looked like...

They both got lost in their thoughts.

―Without seeing you... ―Jimin spoke again. ―Taehyung was already in love with you.

―Okay, it's not early then to say I like him too much ―he admitted, happiness radiating from every pore.

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