flowers and ink » yoonmin

eleven.

The next day, Yoongi showed up early with a laptop bag. Jimin raised an eyebrow at his eager expression and let him in.

"What's in the bag?" Jimin asked. Yoongi pushed past him, purposely whacking him with the suspicious bag. Jimin rubbed his shoulder and stared after him. He wondered if it held drugs, or maybe a bunch of hit lists or something. Jimin decided his imagination was overactive.

"Come on, Grumpy," Jimin pleaded, following him farther into the store. Yoongi threw an apron at him while he put on his.

"It's my piano music," he mumbled. Jimin's jaw dropped as he stared at the size of the bag.

"You need that big of a bag?"

Yoongi glanced at it somewhat self-consciously. "It's not that big."

Jimin held up his hands. "Whatever you say," he said, but Yoongi was already looking at the piano like it physically hurt him to be so far away from it.

"Go play, if you want."

"But it's so out of tune." Yoongi grimaced. Then he shrugged and sat down at the bench. "Speaking of, the tuner is coming at like twelve."

"But that's our lunch break!" Jimin protested.

"So?"

"I-I thought you loved food!" Jimin felt betrayed. His lunch break was special to him, and he thought Yoongi felt the same way.

Yoongi just started to press what seemed like random keys, making up a melody as he went along. Jimin huffed and went to water the window plants.

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As the day wore on, Yoongi hardly moved from the piano. They had a lot of customers that day, and they all congratulated Yoongi on his playing, and his face glowed pink in a way that Jimin found really cute. Jimin even saw a few people tip the blue-haired boy. Finally, twelve rolled around, and Jimin was hurriedly eating noodles, trying to protect his dish from Yoongi. The other boy had already eaten, but he kept going in for sneaky swipes when the noodles were unguarded. Jimin eventually gave up and shared them with him until they heard the bell tinkle.

"That must be the tuner!" Yoongi leaped up and Jimin followed warily. Sure enough, the older man who walked in was the tuner, and he got right to work. It drove Jimin crazy; the tuner would fiddle around and then press a bunch of random keys, often the same one, over and over. When the tuner finally left, Yoongi made fun of Jimin for the tears of relief in his eyes. Yoongi nearly immediately started to play again, exclaiming over how much better it sounded. Jimin was content to hover behind the checkout desk and listen; it seemed like the crushing boredom that used to accompany him was finally lifting its hold over the shop. Then a boy around Jimin's age walked up the counter. Jimin was startled—the piano had masked the sound of the bell—and tried to appear as if he hadn't been dreamily watching Yoongi play.

"Hi, I'm Taehyung," the boy said. Jimin struggled not to react; was this Jungkook's Taehyung? Because if it was, the boy sure had some good taste. Even if it was a little strange to introduce yourself so readily.

"Hello, what can I help you with today?" Jimin replied. Yoongi had stopped playing, pretending to look through his bag of sheet music.

"My boyfriend's sick, and I thought that I should give him flowers, instead of the other way around." Taehyung smiled as he said this. "He said he comes here all the time, so I decided to, as well."

Jimin tried not to grin. He was nearly positive that this was Jungkook's Taehyung, and he spent the next ten minutes helping the boy pick out the perfect flowers. He kept wanting more and more. Jimin started to wonder if the bot was aiming to create a life-size replica of himself with them.