and he tells me he loves me
Authour: petiteyoongi
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 8987
Ship: Jimin×Yoongi
Summary:
jimin just needed an escape
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Abditory - n. a place into which one can disappear
Jimin left as soon as the last rays of daylight turned a dark sanguine, making the the small town look as though it was coated in blood.
He mumbled a quick excuse to his grandma, something about extra study, and ran out the door before she could ask what was in his overflowing rucksack.
The rusting red bike he rode everyday was still on the driveway where he'd left it after school, so he quickly hopped on it and pedalled towards the small collection of shops over the other side of town.
It was nearly dark by the time he arrived, Jimin noted anxiously, propping his bike against the wall of the small florists and pushing the glass door open.
"Jimin-ah," the dark haired man behind the counter smiled, swirling a glass of cabernet sauvignon, elegant fingers delicately holding the stem. "I thought it was about time... started growing the roses especially. Ten, right?”
The younger boy nodded, cheeks pink as he twisted his fingers, always overwhelmed by how kind the two owners were to him.
"Thank you," he breathed, finally letting his shoulders relax as he wandered over to the buckets, full to the brim with every kind of flower you could imagine, all just on the brink of blooming.
The man, Doyun, dismissed his thanks with a wave of his hand as he picked out the chosen flowers, and took them back to the counter to tie together. "The back room's free, if you need it.”
Jimin smiled shyly, and quickly nodded.
He knew no words could express his gratitude - unable to explain how much it meant to him when Doyun lowered his voice when he spoke, knowing how anxious the boy was of eavesdroppers, or how he and his wife, Eunjae, risked their whole business and livelihood just to help him out.
If the town church council found out, they would shut the place down, maybe even exile the pair.
Jimin would never be able to repay them.
Doyun just smiled at him, raising an eyebrow like he could read the other's mind, as he tied the bow with a flourish.
"Go on, I think Eunjae has some more clothes for you as well.”
"Thank you, sunbae," Jimin blushed, grabbing his backpack and walking into the back room.
Time was running out, and he needed to be back before his grandma became worried, so he quickly yanked off his school regulation shirt and pants, and began to redress himself - a simple pleated skirt and a white sweater he'd brought with him, pulling his socks up past his tan knees, fingers trembling as he slipped his shoes back on.
He repacked his bag, tucking it under the desk in the far corner of the room, knowing the two florists would keep his things safe. They always did, every year when this day came round.
When he walked back out, Eunjae was sitting crossed legged on the counter, holding a mug of tea. Doyun gave him a supportive thumbs up.
“Jimin-ah! I’ve been spring cleaning again. You can have a look through when you're back, see if there’s anything you want,” she smiled, eyes warm.
