between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝Moved by the nice date that his boss had, and the simple, but significant gift that Taehyung gave him; Jimin decided that he could risk choosing a flower that spoke of how he also only had eyes for Yoongi.

―You make think that today I feel intrepid... ―he said, after a brief chat, addressing the blond owner of the flower shop. ―But I want to buy a yellow sunflower.

Yoongi looked at him, tilting his head, thinking about its meaning, while he took one from the bucket full of sunflower, to collect it and hand it over.

―Yoongi-ssi... I only have eyes for you ―he said openly, as he usually did, waiting for a bigger reaction that he had before. The blond received the flower and swallowed, pressing his lips into a line.

Nothing happened and Jimin's mood dropped much more than the previous time.

―Hm... yeah, well ―he scratched the back of his neck. ―See you later ―he muttered barely, walking away, disappointed that his advances didn't bear fruit.

Min Yoongi felt like crying in frustration, hitting his forehead with his fist.

―Idiot! ―he lamented. ―Why can't you just open your mouth and tell him something? Me too, Jimin... I can only look at you, and you are the owner of my thoughts... Damn it! ―he kicked a bucket, complaining later, when his fingers suffered.

Taehyung, who had watched the whole scene from the cellar door, began to draw up a plan in his head. He couldn't leave his beloved hyung adrift. It was obvious that they both loved each other, but they would end up drifting apart if Yoongi wasn't able to break his shell.

―Yoo-Yoongi hy-hyung... ―he appeared cheerfully, pretending not to know anything. ―I-I'm going to go s-see Seokj-jin-ssi... ―he informed, fixing himself as he passed by the mirror. ―W-What would be m-more suitable? ―he hesitated, looking at the flowers. ―A w-white p-peony, or a red chry-chrysanthemum?

―The chrysanthemum means I love you, on the other hand, the white peony says that you are lucky to have it ―he explained, with a somewhat melancholic tone of voice. ―I think the peony is more impressive.

―T-Thank you, hy-hyung ―the boy smiled, taking the flower and leaving.

―I'll deduct it from your pay ―he murmured, writing it down in his notebook.

The youngest crossed the promenade and with a confidence that was not typical of him, he entered Bon Apettit, stepping firmly, looking for the face of his... well, Seokjin.

―Se-Seokjin-ssi ―he spoke to him, as the man appeared from the kitchen, shouting instructions. Seeing the boy there, with a white flower in his hand, he smiled and approached him. ―You lo-look radia-ant today ―he praised and Seokjin chuckled.

―You look lovely too, Taehyung-ssi ―he pointed a finger at the flower. ―For me?

―I-I'd like to bri-bring you a whole b-bouquet... b-but I c-can't afford it ―he clarified, scratching the back of his neck, and handing it to him anyway.

―Even if it were a flower plucked from a garden, it's nice that you take the trouble to bring me something ―he sniffed, pleased.

―Taehyung! ―Jimin came out the door, red-cheeked, having driven halfway through Seoul for a delivery. ―What are you doing...? Woah! You brought flowers for Jin hyung! ―he was touched.

―O-Only one ―he corrected, embarrassed.

―I'm lucky to have you ―he quoted and Seokjin looked at him, raising his eyebrows in confusion. ―That's what it means ―he explained, and the restaurant owner's eyes fell on Taehyung, with a special shine, while the boy only blushed more.

―Thank you very much, Taehyung-ssi ―and, breaking the formality with which, they were treating each other, he leaned forward and kissed his cheek, getting the boy to look somewhat stunned in his place. ―But, it's not the best time right now, I have a lot of orders and the place is full... I'm sorry.

―D-Don't wo-worry, Seokjin-ssi ―he brushed off, more than happy. ―I-I'm the o-one who came un-unannounced.

―You can come anytime ―he offered. ―I can't give you all my time, but I can give you a few minutes.

―Thank y-you ―Seokjin returned to the kitchen, putting the white peony next to the daisies, while, at the entrance, Taehyung took advantage of talking with Jimin.

―It's just, I know you know what I've been doing all this time ―he said, the black-haired guy honestly. ―And I don't know what else to do to get your boss's attention.

―I-It's n-not his f-fault ―he tried to mediate for his hyung. ―He s-suffers from so-social phobia ―he clarified. ―That's w-why he's in-incapable of t-talking op-openly with y-you... like he d-does with m-m-me ―he detailed.

―Taehyung... ―he murmured, feeling comfortable with the boy. ―I like Yoongi... ―he confessed. ―I don't quite understand why, or how it happened... because we've never been able to have a real conversation, but... still, when I see him, my heart flutters and I think... I think I like him more than what I can understand ―he let out everything that had been tormenting him for weeks.

―J-Just... don't g-give up on hi-him ―he advised.

Leaving the restaurant, Taehyung smiled wider, both for receiving a kiss from the man he liked, and for having obtained a confession of love, addressed to his boss. And he could have told Jimin that he was fully reciprocated by the blonde, however, he did not want to expose Yoongi without having his permission, besides, the mission to confess should be born from him. It was time for Min Yoongi to play his cards for Jimin, who had done so much for him. 

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