ONESHOTS - BTS.

PETAL BY PETAL - YOONMIN. [BIRTHDAY SPECIAL].

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a birthday gift for kianaat!

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thirty six petals and still the same answer.

he had plucked thirty six soft petals from about six poor flowers and he had still received a 'he doesn't love me.' jimin sighs harshly through his nose, throwing the now petal-less flower away- not flower, stem.

he was just about to pluck another pretty flower from an even prettier bouquet when a hand grasps his own, pushing his away from the bunch. his eyes trail up the pale hand to meet an equally pale face, a faint angry blush on the man's cheeks with his onyx eyes slanting out of frustration.

"how dare you touch my anemones?" jimin turns his gaze from the man's face to the ruined white flowers, then back again to the man's face before breaking into tears.

"w-what do-does he have t-that i don't?" the ravenette wails, pulling the extremely weirded out florist into a hug who can do nothing but pat the other's back. "do you- um- want to talk it out?" the still sobbing boy nods, sniffling.

the elder leads him into his shop and jimin momentarily stops crying, in awe of all the pretty flowers lined up in rows next to him. he can't stop the small 'wow' that escapes his lips when he spots a browalia stacked up on a shelf.

he hears a snort before he's pushed into a room and the door slams close, blocking his view of the beautiful plants. the unknown man points towards a worn-out couch in the corner of the room as he walks towards a small refrigerator next to the door.

jimin takes that time to look around, his eyes taking in the chipped paint of the walls and the large set-up system in the corner of the room."you make music?" he questions, taking a sip of the sprite the florist had handed to him. "well, duh," the man rolls his eyes in reply. jimin scrunches his nose in distaste, choosing not to comment on his behaviour.

"would you like to tell me why you were outside my flower shop, butchering my plants that take weeks to bloom?" the stranger asks, eye brow raised as he watches jimin flush a color so red, it'd put tomatoes to shame. "i- sorry," he replies sheepishly. "what's your name?"

the blonde completely brushes aside the latter's question, "why did you kill my flowers?" the question itself wasn't threatening at all, but the way the florist had said it, his face pulled into a furious scowl (that still looked absolutely adorable) gave jimin the shivers. "it's not like they're actual human beings," he mumbles, wiping his cheeks free from any dry tears.

"they are to me."

the ravenette eyes him, weirded out by the unnatural attachment the other had with his flowers, before breathing deeply and beginning with his sob story. he couldn't hold his emotions in any longer and if it were a stranger he was opening up to, so be it. "there's this guy i've liked since i was, i don't know, thirteen? we have been friends ever since i was born and he was my first love. i guess i just wanted him to be my first everything," he laughs bitterly.

"we go to the same university -- you know, the one down the road -- and tomorrow's graduation. i wanted to confess to him today, but while i was going to the cafe he works at, i saw him... making out with another guy."

don't cry, don't cry. don't embarrass yourself in front of this really cute stranger- oh, fuck it, he thinks to himself, his tears making an appearance once again.

the florist winces, observing jimin wipe his tears and snot with his already dirty shirt before choosing to say something.

"min yoongi." at the younger's confused look, he sighs and elaborates, "min yoongi is my name." jimin smiles widely at the revelation and speaks up in a cheery voice, completely contradicting his tears eyes and red nose, "i'm park jimin! want to be friends?"