Chrysanthemum | namgi

t h r e e

Yoongi was wiping down a counter when the door chimes open and a couple he dubbed Jinmin entered. That meant Jeongguk wasn't far behind nor was Taehyung. That also meant that Hoseok would be distracted and he would, as always, basically be alone during the lunch rush. He honestly needed to hire more people, but it felt so normal and routine to just be him and Hoseok, so he wanted to hold out as long as possible.

Hoseok was really not helping him hold out though.

As soon as the tatted silver-haired man walked through the door Hoseok was out of commission. Unlike that morning, the man had ditched his pastel sweater and opted for clothing more suitable for his career. The casual black outfit revealed Taehyung's intricately inked neck and arms, and Yoongi could almost smell the desperation being excreted by the other barista. The enthusiastic man strode up to the counter, his normal boxy smile was present as he waited for his usual, chatting with an unresponsive Hoseok, just the usual routine. He slid the usual twenty across the counter with the usual remark, but it wasn't a normal twenty, something Yoongi realized when Hoseok squealed, attracting attention from every customer.

The flustered barista was on the floor clutching the bill to his chest before showing it to Yoongi, and the owner resisted the urge to let his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

Taehyung has given Hoseok his number.

The rest of the lunch rush was spent with an envious Yoongi, he wanted Namjoon's number.

He knew it was probably as simple as going to the flower shop or asking Jeongguk, but the assistant seemed engrossed in not so subtly watching the infatuated couple interact. He knew that distracting Jeongguk during his fanboying sessions had rather severe consequences. He had actually gotten to know the boy throughout the time Jeongguk had become a regular. He wished he was as close to Namjoon as he was to his assistant.

Yoongi continued to stare at Jeongguk while he served the swarm of customers, smiling bashfully when Jeongguk caught him looking. He was realizing what a creep he must've looked like and rubbed his neck awkwardly before trying to pretend that he was really invested in the macchiato. If he pretended that he was just another kitchen appliance nobody would confront him.

While he neglected the customers a few important things happened over the span of around eight minutes.

In a miraculous recovery, Hoseok served the customers while the owner contemplated discontinuing himself. Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung left the shop with Jeongguk close behind them, and a few minutes later when the rush was winding down, a quiet boy entered the shop with a Chrysanthemum in his hand.

Yoongi was still trying to figure out how to delete himself when Hoseok yanked on his arm. The shorter man turned around with a yelp, glaring at his friend. He was about to yell at the man when Hoseok shoved him to the counter where a purple haired man was clutching a flower.

Yoongi froze at the sight of the angelic being, suddenly unable to speak or move properly. 

Namjoon had a hopeful glint in his eyes, determination present in his expression as he extended his arm to hand Yoongi the flower.

Yoongi unfroze at the adorable act and nearly cooed before gently taking the flower from the mute florist.

"Thank you Namjoon, it's beautiful," Yoongi stared at the flower in awe, counting each petal while a blush overtook Namjoon's face and he signed a response.

Not as beautiful as you.

Yoongi didn't know what Namjoon signed so he just gave the man a gummy smile, maintaining eye contact as he put the flower in the vase with his others.

When it looked like Namjoon was about to walk out the door Yoongi panicked, he really wanted the soft man to stay. His eyes darted around while he tried to think of anything to keep Namjoon with him.

"Namjoon, wait!" The man turned around at the slight shout, tilting his head in response.

"You didn't order anything yet," Yoongi's words made the florist smile and the barista wanted to poke his dimples. 

Namjoon walked back over to the counter, taking the pen Yoongi was holding out to him and a napkin to write down his order. When the man was finished writing, Yoongi took the napkin back and was turning around the start the order when he realized that it wasn't an order and Namjoon had booked it out of the shop.

Now it was Yoongi's turn to squeal and drop to the floor because Namjoon had given him his phone number.