between lilies & peonies - yoonmin

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⇝Taehyung rummaged through the notebook in which he used to make the sketches for the orders, rummaging behind the counter, kneeling. However, what he found was something different. There were more than twenty short letters, written to a single addressee, and the handwriting of his boss.

―If you weren't so messy, you could...

―W-What is t-this? ―he straightened up, standing up and showing him the notebook, after reading a few, inevitably.

―Why do you have that? Give it to me! ―he got annoyed, going quickly to snatch it from him.

―I-If you wr-write so nicely... ―he struggled, not wanting to give it to him yet. ―W-Why haven't y-you given them t-to Ji-Jimin?

―That's none of your business! Give it to me! ―the bells rang and they froze in place. He was a new client and they both pretended to be normal, so as not to scare him off. Yoongi snatched the notebook from him and put it somewhere else, leaving the matter for later.

As he had scheduled for that day, Min Yoongi loaded his truck, leaving to make the corresponding deliveries, promising to return to have a talk about privacy and respect for personal space with his subordinate.

Taehyung entered the warehouse, looking for more buckets, for the order that was due to arrive the next day, and that Yoongi had asked him to take out, along with an extensive list of other far-fetched tasks, just to punish him for being a nosy. The bells rang again, and the brown-haired boy leaned out to see who it was.

―Oh... I thought I'd meet Yoongi-ssi ―Jimin looked disappointed. ―Aren't you making the deliveries?

―Hm... n-not today ―Taehyung motioned for him to accompany him to the cellar. ―W-We had an ar-argument... And Yoo-Yoongi hy-hyung l-likes to g-go out and g-get some air w-when that happens.

―Do you argue often? ―the black-haired man questioned, resting his hip on a piece of furniture, while he watched the other guy trying to reach the highest shelves, and the metal buckets on them.

―O-Only s-sometimes... It's b-because of the age di-difference ―he smiled. ―He s-sees me as his l-little bro-brother...

―How old are you? How old is Yoongi-ssi? ―his curiosity about him increased.

―He's t-twenty-five... a-and I-I'm twe-twenty ―he explained. Jimin nodded, considering that it wasn't that different from him, that he was twenty-two.

―Ah... ―Park pointed to the ledge. ―What are you doing, by the way?

―I'm t-taking out so-some b-buckets for to-tomorrow's order ―he explained, stretching out on the balls of his feet.

―Don't you need a ladder to reach them more easily? ―he said, scanning the place with his eyes, in case he found one.

―N-Nah... ―he waved his hand away, dismissing it. ―I-I always t-take them out l-like... Agh! ―due to the distraction, one of the buckets slipped, falling on the chestnut's head, with the edge, making a deep cut on his forehead.

―God, Taehyung! Did you hurt yourself? ―he ran to his side, seeing how the minor covered his face with both hands, not letting him see where his wound was, while the metallic noise of the bucket still resonated in the cellar.

―Uaaagh! M-My he-head! ―he complained. Jimin tried to remove the boy's bangs, to see better.

―Ouch, that's a nasty cut ―he reported. ―It's bleeding a lot ―he added, watching it trickle down his nose.

―W-W-We had a f-first-aid kit... d-downstairs on the co-counter ―he pointed out, unable to move from his spot, his wound throbbing with pain and blood gushing out.

―I'll get it right away ―he announced, leaving the minor there and running back to the store, to rummage around the counter, knocking over a few things as he went. Among those, his eyes caught an open notebook, with his name written at the beginning of the page.

Curiosity pulsing in his chest, he took it, running his gaze over each letter on it, feeling his heart swell with emotion.

―Park Jimin... ―he murmured, reading in a low voice. ―There's not a single day, since you began to voluntarily approach me, that I don't beg you not to give up on this... ―he bit his lip, holding back the smile that wanted to escape. ―God... what is this? Yoongi wrote this? ―he said to himself, resuming his reading. ―And I also beg, so that this wait to which I have inadvertently subjected you, is as short as possible, because my longing to be by your side is so great, and feel confident enough to hold your hands or caress your perfect face, that I feel like I'm drowning... ―a squeal came out of his mouth, and he covered it so as not to make a scandal. Never in his life had anyone written something so profound for him.

―J-Jimin-ssi... W-Were you able t-to find it? ―Taehyung appeared, looking paler, and with the cuffs of his long-sleeved shirt covered in blood. ―W-What are y-you do-doing?

―Damn, Taehyung ―he remembered the boy's accident, which had disappeared from his mind, as soon as he came across the damned notebook. ―Yes, is here ―he took the white box, with a small red cross. ―But what is this? ―he raised the notebook that he kept in his hand. The brown-haired boy froze, letting his mouth fall open, because he already knew what the content of that notebook was about.

―Y-You're n-not su-supposed to see t-that ―he muttered, knowing he'd be in trouble of Yoongi found out. ―Hy-Hyung is g-going to be m-mad at me ―he complained, putting, tasting him own blood.

―No, don't worry about it, I... ―Jimin took a couple of steps closer, anticipation blazing in his light brown eyes. ―Thank you... I'm sorry about your accident, but if it hadn't been for that, I would never have read this, and I... was about to give up on Yoongi-ssi completely ―he confessed. ―I thought my crush was one-side and he didn't feel the same way I did, but... this... ―he waved the notebook in his hand. ―This has returned my soul to my body.

―Anyway... he d-didn't want y-you to know a-about t-that ―he stammered, feeling dizzy at that point, from the loss of blood.

The bells rang, with Yoongi appearing to be met with an unexpected scene. On the left side, Jimin with his notebook in hand, open to one of the many notes he wrote for him, and on the other side, his assistant with one hand on his head, and everything covered in blood, up to his chest.

The two minors stared at the newcomer, noticing that the blonde was completely lost with what was happening there. 

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