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four.

In a half hour, Yoongi had been taught how to make a bouquet, and Jimin had been surprised at the cocky boy's eye for design. Jimin instructed Yoongi to make ten more bouquets, and he had protested, asking which flowers to use. Jimin had only responded with, "Go wild," and left Yoongi standing in the back room's doorway, holding flowers in either hand. The image was strangely forlorn and stuck in Jimin's mind as he waited behind the counter for Jungkook to come in. The younger boy pretty much always visited, even if he wasn't buying anything. After five minutes, Yoongi came out, holding some plants, body completely obstructed by their large leaves. Even so, Yoongi still asked bitingly, "Expecting someone?" Jimin opened his mouth to reply, but Yoongi was already walking down aisle four. Another five minutes passed, and Yoongi was arranging the succulents on the left wall. Finally, the bell above the door tinkled, and Jimin relaxed, sitting on the rolling chair behind the checkout.

"Oh my God, oh my God, what do I do, Jimin we have a customer," Yoongi whisper-yelled frantically. Jimin laughed.

"Just keep making sure those succulents look good, and I'll handle them," he said calmly. Yoongi muttered some curse words that made Jimin blush, but didn't move.

"Jungkookie-ah!" Jimin called as the black-haired boy walked up to the desk. Jimin watched Yoongi out of the corner of his eye, but didn't notice how stiff his back became at Jimin's cheerful tone. "So," Jimin said. "how's you and Taehyung going?" Jungkook's eyes immediately lit up.

"Jiminie, I constantly thank the lord for your existence, he loved them and he agreed to go on a date with me today, and oh my God, do I look okay? I need more flowers, he really loved those light pink ones and he blushed again when I told him they matched his cheeks and then I kissed his cheek and-"

"Jungkookie, slow down. Don't forget to breathe," Jimin said, eyes crinkling as he smiled. Yoongi was staring at Jungkook with a mixture of fear and concern, and Jimin tried to subtly nod to signal that Jungkook was okay; he was just being...Jungkook.

"I kissed his cheek, Jimin! His smile was so cute!" Jungkook clenched his hands in fists, and Jimin wasn't sure if the boy was going to have a seizure or if he was just thinking of Taehyung's cuteness.

"I'll go get you some more hydrangeas, how many do you want?" Jimin said.

"A few." Jungkook shrugged.

Jimin laughed at his vague response and turned to go to the back room. He caught sight of Yoongi, who was still crouching in front of the succulents, and something in his posture screamed for help. Jimin half smiled and called, "Yoongi, I need your help." Yoongi looked at him, questions clear in his eyes(which, like usual, weren't open all the way). When the door swung shut, Yoongi whirled on him immediately.

"Are all your customers psychopaths?" He demanded. Jimin laughed, then clapped his hand over his mouth.

"Jungkook isn't a psychopath, he's just in love," Jimin assured the pale boy. Yoongi absentmindedly traced the path of a swirling vine on his wrist and Jimin's eyes followed the movement.

"If that's love I don't want any part of it," Yoongi said, sounding properly disgusted, and Jimin looked away. He shrugged and grabbed some hydrangeas.

"Jungkook comes in nearly every day, and he's always crushing on some boy and he asks them out with flowers," Jimin explained. He wasn't sure why; Yoongi probably didn't care. But he felt the need to defend Jungkook. "He's found someone, and this time I think he's feeling more than just a crush for them." Jimin shrugged again, turning around with the flowers, nearly colliding with Yoongi, who was right behind him. He jumped, backing into the shelf. The rickety thing banged against the wall, and Jimin almost fell over. The plastic dug into his back uncomfortably, and he froze, heart beating as fast a rabbit's.