#he is the angelest angel an angel could ever be

[nylwnder]

i hope you all know ive been crying about joseph woll the whole day.

[crystalsnowmins]

Yoonmin Scenario #25

7k of how to mess up a good prompt. Be the judge of it. MOODBOARD ON FAN ACCOUNT TWITTER. *******

From Tumblr Prompt: Flower Shop!AU, In which Yoongi works in a flower shop for his aunt and he avoids sociality as much as possible until Park Jimin entered his flower shop with a crying, blotched face giving the order of a bouquet of flowers for a dead one. He ends up with a free arrangement, a hug and a phone number.

Yoongi has avoided interacting with people as much as he could, especially the popular snobby ones. He didn’t have any grudge against them, he is just anti-social and have a mid-life crisis. He has friends, don’t get him wrong, he does have friends and they need to be replaced whenever he can find time.

He works in a flower shop because he finds calmness in simple things. For a 22 years old man, his plate is filled with sadness and depression. His parents thought working might help him distract so they asked his aunt to offer him the job. She did, hesitant because she was worried his poor mood would affect the flowers growth. Somehow working for two months, Yoongi has found solace in that flower shop.

He talks to his flowers, tell about his days, complains about his professors, tell about his friends. He is not sure if plants can truly sympathize with him but it feels nice to let out.

He is usually a quiet person and somehow entitled as one of the ‘bad boy’ of university. Apparently, the categories to be in ‘bad boys of university’ are having a stoic expression, looking dead and not interacting with anyone. He has nothing on him to be known as a classic bad boy. He’s just a soft kitten who loves his flower shop and always wants to finish with university so he can go back to work.

His friends laugh whenever a junior would bump into Yoongi and apologise stutteringly as if Yoongi with pull out his tongue. It frustrates him. He is not bad, he is a good person, just antisocial. His reputation is totally ruined and it makes people stay away from him, especially Park Jimin.

Where can he start about Park Jimin.

Well, Park Jimin came into his life like a typical Regina George entry with university doors opening on it’s own and an angelic being entering the hallways with nervousness but determination. He had heads turned towards him, even Yoongi’s. Even the straightest people had their mouth widen at him because he is just so beautiful.

Yoongi’s friends think that he exaggerates a lot about Jimin but what do they know. He has a theory, it involves that Jimin definitely is an angel descended down by the orders of God to bless everyone with his presence. One smile and your whole week will go well.

Sigh, unfortunately, that smile is never directed to him so he always has a shitty week.

As soon as Jimin entered the university, he became the most popular one, being taken under the ‘best looking’ students of the university. They probably filled him on Yoongi being a ‘bad boy’, lying how he gets into fight and sells drugs.

Pfft, Yoongi is a kitten who cannot fight for his life. He looks like he has come out from The Great Depression 1929 and is ready to start a blood bath, but really, he needs petting on his head and a comforting hug to go by. Jin hyung fills that category for him.

Jimin stays away from trouble and that means he doesn’t associate with Yoongi because he’s a ‘bad boy’. It’s a sad life since he entered university.

Park Jimin though, even if he stays with the popular group, he seems like a down to earth guy. He smiles at everyone, a kind and comforting smile. He is touchy, always has a comforting hand on people’s shoulder. He helps students who are weak in studies, he helps professors.

Who does that in this world? Except an angel would. Which is Park Jimin.

Yoongi wishes to talk to him, but he believes he will piss his pants before that happens. So he admires from far, everyone does, so Jimin doesn’t mind if he catches someone looking at him. He would smile and blink his eyes at them.

On top of Jimin being an angel, he comes from a comparatively rich family that means he ranks high in angel community. Yoongi looks like he has been starving himself since the Korean War. He is so ugly in compare to Park Jimin, he is a displeasure to look at, truly. Jin reprimands him for that, says that if he isn’t confident, how will he ever face Jimin?

Ha! Jokes on him, because he will never face Park Jimin.

But life’s a bitch and it likes to fuck up, especially Yoongi who is already a fuck up. The day he has always been dreading for comes in the form of a crying Park Jimin. He has never seen Park Jimin cry.

Yoongi was working in the flower shop, making small corsages for a wedding coming up. He was talking to his flowers, floundering about Park Jimin…he wore a flannel, that probably wasn’t his size because I couldn’t find his hands sticking out. Anyway, he looked good today as well. He still doesn’t know me, because well, I’m invisible to him.

He doesn’t mind being invisible to Park Jimin, that’s better for so many reasons.

But at that time, life laughed at him and sent Park Jimin in his lonely path.

While Yoongi was busy making corsages, the door to the flower shops open with a chime. He looks up with a fake smile only to let it drop when he sees who came in.

Park Jimin.

Park Jimin wearing the same flannel from earlier.

Park Jimin crying.

Park Jimin sniffs loudly as if announcing his presence and he looks around, blinking hard to let his tears fall so he can look properly. He notices a boy, wearing a navy blue apron and holding a white flower in his hand.

“Pl-please help me,” He requests, hiccuping after it.

What is it, angel? You want my kidney? Take it. I have two anyway.

At that moment, Yoongi was ready to bring all the stars from the universe for Jimin if he asked of him.

Yoongi nods, not daring to move towards the boy, although wanting to comfort him.

“What can I help you with?” Yoongi asks with the most soft voice he has ever used. He didn’t even know he could have a soft voice.

“I want an arran-arrangement of flowers,” He tries to speak through his tears. Yoongi nods again, making a move to come closer but not enough.

Who hurt you?

“Is there anything specific?” He asks carefully, not wanting to trigger him further.

Unfortunately, Jimin cries harder than he was and Yoongi can almost picture his life laughing at him, eating popcorn while he watches the scene in 3D.

Yoongi panics, especially gay panic. Because how can this human like angel cry so prettily? Why does Yoongi look like blobfish when he cries? But then he guesses it’s because he is a human and Jimin is an angel.

“Tissue,” Jimin mumbles, crying in his sleeves and wiping his face.

Tissue? What kind of plant is that? Does he mean in texture?

“Can I have a tissue?” Jimin looks up with his bloodshot eyes indicating that he’s been crying for long.

Honestly who hurt him? Is it from his angel community? Because square the fuck up bitch, even though y’all are angels probably, Jimin is the angelest of the angel and with that right, the other angels have no right to make him cry.

Yoongi immediately goes behind his counter to get the tissue box he usually keep. He offers him but Jimin takes the whole box and abuses the usage of tissues. He takes several and blows his nose. In any other circumstance, where Park Jimin wasn’t a literal angel, Yoongi would have been disgusted.

Yoongi goes behind his counter again and pull out the stool he sits on. He offers it to Jimin who immediately takes a seat and keep wiping his face in the tissue.

Honestly, Jin hyung is good at it and he doesn’t know where Jin hyung might be. Yoongi has never dared to talk to Jimin and suddenly life throws him Jimin and he doesn’t know what to do with it. He just wanted to crush on Jimin from far away!

He clears his throat to get attention, which he gets but a small one in which he manages to awkwardly smile. He is on duty and he needs to make 73 corsages and he has done only 33 so far and 40 are still needs to be done before the shop closes. And Jimin being here, crying his eyes out and not giving any order, isn’t helping Yoongi further.

He wants to ask the stool back and start working again but he is weak hearted man and cannot see the love of his life bawling.

“Jimin-ssi,” Yoongi carefully calls out. The said boy looks up with the saddest expression.

Yoongi swears inwardly because anyone who makes Jimin cries should be given a life time imprisonment.

“You know me?” He meekly asks, sniffling.

Yoongi awkwardly smiles, a little hurt that Jimin doesn’t recognize him. What’s new in the neighborhood anyway? He didn’t think Jimin would, the guy never spared him with a single glance. It might be Yoongi’s fault as well, hiding away so he doesn’t get triggered by Jimin’s smile.

“We study in the same university,” He shrugs, trying not to be petty in front of the guy.

Jimin forms a ‘O’ with his mouth and mumbles an apology for not remembering him. Remembering? Yoongi huffs inwardly. More like not knowing he exists on the grounds of university.

For a moment, everything was silent, Jimin wasn’t crying, just playing with the edge of the box in his hand and scratching it. It was quiet until Yoongi opened his mouth and asked, “Anyway, could you tell me what kind of arrangements do you want?” And the damn dam was open again.

Yoongi panic and it’s not even gay panic. He can hear the siren of a police car coming, probably going to arrest him for a lifetime imprisonment because this time he made Jimin cry. Honestly, he shouldn’t have even made that rule.

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi calms him down, at least tries to do that, “I’ll get you a glass of water,” He says and disappears in the backroom, door closing as he leans against it. Anymore wailing, and Yoongi will kill himself.

He hears Jimin cry and feels bad and sad at the same time. Something happened and he doesn’t know anything about it. Earlier in the university, Jimin was a happy puppy, skipping the hallways and laughing loudly with his obnoxious friends. He was all good and made everyone’s day better. Even though no smile was directed in his way, Yoongi’s life was a little bit better because he could hear Jimin’s laugh.

It’s a pleasant laugh, completely opposite to how he is wailing out there. It’s squeaky as if you have stepped on those rubber toys. He remembers the sound because he used to have those shoes that made the same sound when he walked. It was irritating when he had to witness small kids doing it now but Jimin’s laugh…it’s pleasant. It’s breathy and filled with genuine happiness. His face contracts into a complete bliss and if Yoongi had power, he probably could see the halo on Jimin’s head glowing when he is happy. But he’s a normal human being and he only sees his beautiful laugh, mouth wide open but hidden behind his hands and eyes completely disappearing.

Yoongi often think about Jimin’s laugh when he feels sad and depressed, when it’s a gloomy day for him. Suddenly everything seems better with Jimin’s smile and laugh and his whole being. But now, his crying face will be a nightmare.

Yoongi remembers his purpose and quickly fills a paper cup with water. He opens the door again and walks out to the scene of tissues circling Jimin in a heap as the younger abuses the box more. He walks carefully and sit on his feet to look at Jimin carefully. He doesn’t think he has ever been this close to Jimin. He was always maintained a 1m distance.

Up close, and without being biased, Jimin is more beautiful, even crying. What kind of sorcery is this?

Yoongi smiles comfortingly when Jimin sadly looks at him, eyes swollen and filled with tears, cheeks red with constant wiping, lips slicked with…stuffs he doesn’t want to know and nose all snotty. Sigh, still pretty. He offers him the glass which Jimin takes gladly and Yoongi quickly takes away the tissue box which seems lighter than before.

Jimin gulps down the offered water and hand the empty cup back to Yoongi, while he’s still sad and pouting. Yoongi looks at the corsages and sigh, think I have to pull an overnight for this.

“Are you grieving?” Yoongi ask, so he can get started with an arrangement and send Jimin out because this human being’s presence is overwhelming. And Yoongi can’t breathe and he’s so close to hugging the life out of Jimin and pouring out his heart.

Jimin nods while still not looking up.

Grieving, huh.

Yoongi skims around the shelves until he finds what he is looking for. White chrysanthemums, he hums when he collects a bunch of flowers and move around the shop to reach Jimin who is crying, but he has slowed down with the tears.

Yoongi sits on his feet again and shows the flowers to Jimin, who wipes his face and nose but doesn’t look up to ask anything.

“White chrysanthemums, it symbolizes grief,” He explains. He doesn’t have to because he normally doesn’t do it and nor Jimin has asked but he feels like talking to Jimin even with any topic could help him open up a little bit and maybe, not like Yoongi is wishing, because no, but maybe Jimin will acknowledge Yoongi’s effort and notice his undying love for him.

Okay, maybe that’s too much asking.

Jimin reaches his hand to touch the soft petals and he nods in encouragement.

“Can I suggest something?” Yoongi carefully treads.

Jimin nods.

“I know you’re grieving, but what about adding some colors huh?” Yoongi says and that makes Jimin looks up in confusion, red rimmed eyes curiously staring at him. “It will be different, the one you’re grieving for, and I’m sure they are above watching you, they’ll be happy. Nobody wants to die knowing they’ll cause pain to others, yeah?” Jimin is tempted to look up and feel if she is actually watching him, if she actually wants a colorful arrangement.

“You don’t have to, I can just pack-,”

“-okay,” Jimin affirms quietly, fiddling with his fingers, he looks up at Yoongi and nods.

The older boy smiles in appreciation.

“Then how about you tell me something that remind you of…,” He trails off as he doesn’t know the gender of that person.

“Her,” Jimin supplies, sorrowfully.

“Her,” Yoongi confirms.

He gets up and places the white chrysanthemums on the counter and waits for Jimin to speak. When the younger feels a little better and a less sad, he thinks about her.

“She was old, really old,” He starts and look at Yoongi as if waiting for a flower to appear. Yoongi doesn’t know what could symbolize old age.

“That means she lived long?” He smiles at him, to show some comfort. Jimin nods, smiling sadly.

“I could have suggested horehound but we don’t grow those,” He smiles apologetically and sees Jimin face falls at that, “But maybe you can tell me her favorite color?” He asks hopefully, wanting to see that smile on Jimin’s face again.

“She liked flashy color,” He mumbles. “She would get excited around those flashy colors, red, orange, yellow etcetera,” He informs.

Yoongi wonder who died in his family for him to feel so sad. If she was an old person, then was it his grandmother? Was he attached to his grandmother a lot? Anyway, even if he wasn’t, a person death’s is heartbreaking.

While Yoongi skims through his shelves to collect the exact flower he had in mind, he hears Jimin voice fills the silent shop, he smiles because at least Jimin is opening up, speaking up without him insisting.

“She was always cheerful, always wanting to go out despite being old. She liked sunlight a lot,” Jimin smiles at the memory of her.

Yoongi picks up red poinsettia and hums in affirmation. He shows it to Jimin who tilt his head in confusion, “Red poinsettia, symbolizes cheerfulness,” After getting his approval, Yoongi keeps it next to white chrysanthemums.

He urges Jimin to speak more so he can make an arrangement. He doesn’t mind that Jimin takes his time, even though in the starting he wanted Jimin to leave as soon as possible, but he is going to take his time with him because it’s not everyday he can spend time with Jimin.

“She was my best friend,” Jimin almost whispers, suddenly feeling like crying again. Yoongi sympathizes with him, his grandmother was also very close to him, she was the epitome of how every grandmother should be.

Yoongi picks another pot of flower and shows it to Jimin who simply tilts his head for further explanation, “Alstroemeria, symbolizes friendship,” He says, while looking at the pink flower blended with white. Jimin nods, approving of the flower.

“Will it cost a lot?” Jimin asks, looking at the flowers on table. It’s not like he cannot afford it so Yoongi wonders why he is worried about money. “She didn’t like expensive things, she could just smell and tell it’s expensive. I don’t want to disappoint her,” He explains himself, fiddling with himself and Yoongi notices he does that a lot. “I also want more flowers,” He mumbles to himself.

And really if this was Yoongi’s store, he would have sold this store to Jimin without asking money. He is not even playing around.

“Don’t worry, we have discount. It wouldn’t cost much,” He assures him. There’s not fucking discount at this time of year since there’s no festival around the corner. But if Jimin has dilemma, then Yoongi will open his wallet and pay the money for the discount he just simply gave.

Jimin tries to smile and nod at Yoongi’s direction in appreciation.

Yoongi hears Jimin talk about his grandmother a more, a little more relaxed. He would deviate from his true work and tell stories, sometimes smiling or sometimes being sad at the memories. Yoongi would bring him back while showing different flowers and asking his consent.

“She was really affectionate and always looked for receiving it. She kept the family together in some ways,” Jimin shrugs and Yoongi knows it’s personal so he doesn’t make Jimin elaborate himself, “She rubbed the affectionate part on me,” He pouts, more like purses his lips in thought.

In that moment, Yoongi simply looks at his lips and wonders how it would feel to touch it, simply caress the softness and plushiness of his lips. It is always slick with lip balm and moisturizer. Jimin has always taken care of himself, it’s no surprise he’s so pretty day and night. While Yoongi wakes up and just wash his face with water, if he’s feeling good, he’d use a soap for the most. And no wonder he’s ugly in compare to Jimin.

“How about saxifrage, hmm?” Yoongi asks, moving to get the plant.

“S-sexyfrage?” He squeaks from his place on the stool.

Yoongi shakes his head and chuckle as he shows him the plant, a pink colored. “Saxifrage,” He repeats himself properly as Jimin mumbles it to himself, “It represents friendship, many flowers does but it’s different at the same, right?” Jimin just cluelessly nods as Yoongi chats about the flowers. He has no idea of flowers and how many there are and what each symbolizes. It must be so difficult remembering each flowers and it’s symbols, Jimin thinks.

“What flower do you want next?” Yoongi asks, clapping his hands to get Jimin’s attention.

“Uh…She was encouraging. Whenever I’d feel down or not confident, she’d come to me and sit next to me until I feel better, she had her own way to show it I guess,” He shrugs and waits for Yoongi to get a flower.

Yoongi disappears behind the shelves again while he hums and searches for a particular flower. Jimin looks at him between the shelves and thinks he’s really pretty, he wonder how he didn’t know Yoongi studies with him. He makes sure he knows everyone, not really engaging with everyone but he still makes sure he knows everyone studying in the campus. But the name rings in his head and he knows he has heard it somewhere.

“…black eyed Susan,” Yoongi says the last word in his daegu accent, slipping whenever he has to speak in English.

“Hmm?” Jimin asks, distracted by the thoughts of Yoongi.

“Black eyed Susan symbolizes motivation,” He explains and Yoongi looks at the sunflower looking plant. It’s bright and yellow and he’s sure she would love it. So he nods in affirmation.

“Anything for childishness? She used to get her way with everyone around,” Jimin hopefully asks. Yoongi laughs at that and remembers her own grandmother. She used to get her things done by pouting and crying most of the time, emotional blackmailing and telling how she will die tomorrow.

“Don’t all grandmothers?” Yoongi mumbles to himself and Jimin hums, ask if he said something and the older boy shakes his head no.

“It’s really impressive how you know every single flower,” Jimin compliments and smile at Yoongi who looks at him from between the shelves. “You just don’t look like someone who would work here,” Jimin gestures to his outfit and mumbles, “No offense.”

Yoongi looks down at his outfit, faded jeans with more holes than clothe and a white t-shirt, probably way too old and a black leather jacket that he bought from Korean market. To top the marvelous look, he’s wearing a navy blue apron.

“Why because I’m resident’s bad boy?” Yoongi muses, it makes him snort at the label.

“Wha…,” Jimin trails off, not understanding the meaning behind Yoongi’s word. Meanwhile, Yoongi shows his Buttercup flower that would symbolize the childishness that Jimin asked for. The younger boy approves absentmindedly as he follows Yoongi with his tear stained eyes. He wants to know the meaning for resident’s bad boy. When he feels eyes on him, Yoongi turns to Jimin with a sigh and raise his brow.

“Min Yoongi, apparently resident’s bad boy because he doesn’t socialize with people,” Yoongi sarcastically introduces himself although he believes it’s kinda late for introduction since Jimin has been here for half an hour already.

Jimin tilts his head in confusion as he purse his lips in thought, remembering where he heard the name. Yoongi sees three different emotions through Jimin’s face, First was confusion as he thinks about Yoongi’s name, second was realization as he makes his mouth shaped of ‘O’ and third was acceptance but he didn’t seem feared by Yoongi.

“It kinda hurts my ‘bad boy’ heart, ya know?” Yoongi smiles childishly at Jimin, “I’m quite popular, I’m sure your friends must have filled you in on me,” He pouts unconsciously, looking around to his flowers and the ones he kept it on table, it could use some blue in it, Yoongi thinks.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin sheepishly apologise, “I don’t believe in mindless rumors,” He says and shrugs, wiping his snot filled nose. It should disgust Yoongi but he finds the action cute. Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with me?

Yoongi wants to argue that even so he didn’t come to talk to him, he wasn’t obliged, it’s understandable but he didn’t like the fact that his smile were completely thrown away on the way and his stare was not received. As far as Yoongi knows, Jimin interacted with everyone, even if he didn’t know their names. So Yoongi is a bit salty at the fact that it’s going to be a year now and this is the first time Jimin talked to him. He doesn’t even remember him and Yoongi and Jimin have crossed paths or hallways on multiple occasion.

“It’s whatever,” Yoongi waves it off, not wanting to be a victim or anything or seem petty and affection seeker in front of his crush. “Do you want anything more?” He changes the subject.

Jimin sits straight and nods, “Something to let her know I will always miss her?” He meekly day as if he is bothering Yoongi. The older would agree but he doesn’t mind the few moments with Jimin. The younger might as well forget him tomorrow.

“Salvia,” Yoongi answers immediately and he thinks it’s a perfect match to many vibrant colors in the bouquet as of this moment. The violet color of salvia would compliment all the flowers in the arrangement.

“Why do you work here, Yoongi-ssi?” Jimin asks, his voice traveling through the vast area of the flower shop.

“Because it relaxes me,” Yoongi answers and cut the stems of salvia flowers, “I used to smoke, I still do…sometimes but talking with flowers help, helps with filtering bad thoughts,” When Yoongi comes in front of Jimin, he sees his with mouth agape with astonishment, Yoongi almost blush at the attention, “I’m sorry, you are already having a lot in your plate and I’m filling more with my sad life,” He apologises and keeps the salvia flowers on the table.

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, somewhere lost in thought and Yoongi takes the time to stare at him like he always do. Sad Jimin looks beautiful, nonetheless, but it’s not an expression that suits him well. Jimin has a face that suits a happy expression and he may have his bad days but if Yoongi could help, he wouldn’t let Jimin cry or be sad. It just doesn’t suit him.

“Danbi uses to help me with sad days,” Jimin mumbles, suddenly emotional at the thought of it. His eyes fills with tears again as one drops, two drops and three drops then it’s an open dam. He silently cry, sniffling while Yoongi is panicking. His hands itches to touch Jimin and console him but he stays on his spot.

“Danbi is a nice name,” He tries.

“It is!” Jimin wails now, looking up and oh,faintly Yoongi hears his heart shattering at the sight of crying Jimin.

Before consoling Jimin, Yoongi again skims to the darker part of the shop where plants grow in shade. He plucks a few forget-me-nots and smiles to himself. This might help.

When he goes back, Jimin is still wailing to himself as he misses his grandmother. Yoongi thinks-Danbi-it’s a pretty modern name, nothing what he expected from a old aged woman. It’s whimsical to think that such a pretty name is used for a old woman who was born probably before the Korean War.

“Jimin,” He slips away the formality and calls him out who looks up and hiccups in a cute way. Yoongi shows him the delicate looking cloud of color flower. “Danbi means sweet rain, did you know?” Jimin nods at that, wails turning into little sobs, “These flowers grow in plenty of rainfall and it symbolizes a lot of things, you know? It’s called forget me not, no pun intended,” Yoongi immediately follows and he sits on his feet again since Jimin refuses to look up and cry. It makes the younger laugh but then he’s back to crying again.

“I’m really sorry for you loss,” Yoongi whispers, contemplates to keep a hand on his thigh for comfort but he’s kinda afraid of placing a hand on his muscular thighs and not squeeze the fat. But he places it, because he’s thinking with his heart right now.

“Dan..bi,” Jimin hiccups, “She could have li-lived longer,” Yoongi nods at that, he cannot sympathies well but he tries. “One day I’m-I’m coming home and-and-and she’s gone, I did not even get to say a good-bye,” And all of a sudden, Jimin is back to wailing again. It’s an endless cycle, really. Sometimes he’s crying, then talking and then wailing and then sobbing and then talking.

He cries in his hand at the thought of her and Yoongi feels his own eyes watering at the sight. He’s so fucking weak for this guy, it’s not even funny anymore. He wonders how it would feel like to be remembered like this or how Jimin must have been close to his grandmother.

Yoongi is close to his family, no doubt. He has always been. But when he started growing, he started distancing himself because he had this self doubt about himself. He knew his family loved him nonetheless but he never gave himself credit for his existence in their life. And when he came to Seoul, it just so happened that he talked less to his parents, once a week maybe. His grandparents died when he was still young so he doesn’t miss them much. He just doesn’t have anything to cry for, except his sad life.

Jimin wails bring him back to the present, as the younger slouches on the stool. Against the better judgement, Yoongi keeps the flower on ground and he kneels, very slowly he moves in and wrap his arms around Jimin’s shoulder in a awkward hug. When Jimin doesn’t push him away and still cries in his hand, Yoongi moves further in and tighten his holds while he uses one hand to rub his back.

In the next movement, Jimin has his arms wrapped around Yoongi’s shoulders as he cries in his neck about Danbi. And so, on a spring day, a breezy evening, he’s kneeling in front of his crush and hugging him, consoling him while his crush cry about his grandmother.

He let Jimin cry and look outside the glass panes to see the streets bustling with lives. Few notice the inside of the shop and furrow their brows, but pays no heed. In the same moment, a man tries to come inside, the bell chiming above him but then he sees Yoongi being trapped in a sad hug and a boy, sitting in stool, crying like someone has died. Well…

He smiles awkwardly and leaves them to be. All of it doesn’t affect Jimin who’s content with crying in Yoongi’s neck, rubbing his tear stained cheeks in his jacket and his snot on his skin. It should disgust him but he has made it clear how fucking smitten he is.

He hopes Jimin feels better with a hug, he wants to kiss his face until he’s smiling but tough shit. So he takes what he’s getting, a hug. Sometimes, during Yoongi’s hardships, all he wanted was a hug as such and he knew it could have solved so many problems. But he never received one, not heartfelt at least. He’s not salty about it, he’s past that stage. So now he’s hoping Jimin feels his emotions through the hug, the words of comfort that he cannot say but can only show.

Yoongi calms him, pets his hair, rubs his back and whispers, “Shh,” constantly in his ear. He thinks Jimin was really close to his grandmother to be wailing this sadly, as if his whole world has turned upside down in a moment.

The Jimin he saw this morning was the Jimin he saw every morning. Skipping steps and greeting everyone on the way, his laugh resonating through the crowded hall. It would take everyone’s attention, certainly Yoongi’s. He seemed happy today as well, if his grandmother was on deathbed, he didn’t show.

He hears Jimin’s voice telling him something and he focuses back to the bundle of warmth in his arms, body slightly shaking with the intensity of crying. Yoongi can feel all the types of liquid on his neck but he doesn’t push Jimin away.

“…and then we found Danbi under a huge tree, injured and scared. I remember it was raining that time as well, so we kept her name as Danbi,” He feels Jimin tense up in his hold but Yoongi doesn’t do anything about it because hold up, what now? Jimin found his grandmother under a pole, crying and injured?

He feels like he’s missing something here. Damn it! He should have listened to the whole story.

“Yoongi-ssi…?” Jimin calls out for him, pulling back to see what had stopped him to pet his hair. When Yoongi’s eyes zeroes back on Jimin, he can see how close Jimin is, looking sadly into his eyes, yet with confusion. His face his red from crying and lips slicked with spit, tears, perhaps even snot.

“Danbi is an animal, Jimin?” Yoongi calmly ask, because that can’t be it, Danbi cannot be an animal.

“Hmm, a cat,” Jimin confirms, “Why, who did you think Danbi was?” He asks tilting his head. The earring he is wearing, dangles. Yoongi hadn’t noticed it before.

He thinks hard about Jimin’s question, who did you think Danbi was?

Oh, I don’t know…perhaps a human? Perhaps a grandmother? Perhaps anyone but a cat!

“So Danbi is a cat?” Yoongi confirms for the last time. He’s holding onto his patience by fisting Jimin’s t-shirt from behind. He hopes Jimin doesn’t feel it.

Jimin nods, pouting.

“And you’re crying because your cat died?” He asks again, elaborated so that he can understand why Jimin has been wailing. It can’t be because of a cat. When Jimin nods, unsure, Yoongi deadpans, “You’re crying because your cat died,” He states.

“You can’t say like that!” Jimin protests, pushing him away a little so he can sit straight, “Danbi has been with me for twelve years!” And then he’s back to crying because of Yoongi now.

Yoongi stops himself from hitting Jimin because one; he is Yoongi’s crush, two; he’s such a beautiful person and three; he cannot see Jimin cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Yoongi apologises although he still doesn’t understand how someone can wail like a madman when an animal dies. Yoongi never had an animal to look after, to come to home to. It was always his plants and he knew the plants wilt and had to be bought so he prepared himself. But an animal? Never. It was too much hassle to look after an animal. He couldn’t even properly take care of himself, he doesn’t even think to take care of an animal.

Jimin doesn’t say anything, he just, mind Yoongi say, forcefully, pulls the older to hug him, to comfort him. If somebody would have told Yoongi that today, he’d be hugging Jimin, getting to comfort the younger, his crush, then Yoongi would have given the most unimpressed look he can conjure up and turned to leave the bullshit.

But here he is, comforting Jimin, rubbing his back as the younger cries about Danbi, not a grandmother but a cat. He somehow senses he can understand, 12 years of relationship, even if with a cat. He must have made a lot of memories with the animal nonetheless. Somewhere he’s happy Jimin had someone, even an animal, when he was sad, happy, angry and every other emotions.

“I’m sorry, Jiminie,” He let the name slip, mindlessly, “It must be tough for you,” He doesn’t understand but he tries his damn best to comfort the younger. “She’s in a better place, I’m sure she’s glad you took her in and cared for her. You’re such a good person, always caring for others,” He can feel Jimin tighten his arms around him in appreciation.

“You-you think Danbi can forgive fuh-for not being there during her last hours?” Jimin asks, pulling away and wiping his snort. It should really disgust him but fuck, he might be in love.

“Yeah, angel,” Yoongi says, letting the endearment spill, “Sorry…Jimin,” He apologises, “I’m sure she forgives you for that,” He says and wills himself to separate from Jimin, his warmth. This might be the first and last chance for him for all he knows. He picks up the forget-me-nots and stand up, letting Jimin clean himself. Yoongi offers tissue and grims when Jimin abuses it again.

“I’ll arrange these for you, do you want anything else?” He asks, walking over to the counter and going behind it. Jimin shakes his head no and affirms Yoongi to prepare the arrangement of flowers.

He starts arranging, first arranging the white chrysanthemums into a small bouquet and the arranging all the other symbolic flowers around it, mixing with the white chrysanthemums. He wants to let the chrysanthemums be regarded more in the symbolism of grief. After being happy with how it came out, Yoongi chances a glance at Jimin who was already looking at him and blushes away. Yoongi bites his lips to stop smiling.

He trims the ends of the stems and sprays the flowers with the water. He hears Jimin walking towards him, after being clean of body fluids from his face. Yoongi smiles at him as he secures the flower with a rubber band. Then he wraps a brown paper around the arrangement, securing the paper with a ribbon skillfully.

He shows it to Jimin who nods and takes out his wallet. They do their work quietly. Jimin takes the bouquet in hand and astonishingly looks at it. He can’t really remember the names of flowers or what color each of them were, but he remembers the symbolisms added in a bouquet and he is satisfied. He hopes his cat loves it from above.

Yoongi cleans the desk as Jimin looks at the flowers and takes a whiff of it, smiling to himself. Then he just looks at Jimin, who’s rolling the flowers in hand, happy about it.

Jimin looks at him and smiles shyly, then eyes open wide in thought.

“Oh, how much does it cost?” Jimin asks, placing the flowers carefully before he picks up his wallet and open it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi shrugs, not trying to be cool.

“Oh, no, I can’t,” Jimin says, “Let me pay for it, I was an inconvenience to you,” He pouts and Yoongi gulps, gay panic rising again.

“You we-weren’t,” He stutters, looking away.

“Still, I should pay,” Jimin determinedly say, eyebrows furrowed.

“I told you, don’t worry about it. Just take it. I’m sorry about you cat, I hope you feel better,” He genuinely say.

Jimin smiles and nods, “Thank you.���

It costs like a motherfucker and Jimin would have been able to pay, sure, but Yoongi is hopelessly in love with Jimin and he can give the money for the bouquet from his paycheck, even though Jimin will never return his love. But like…whatever.

“I should go,” He directs his thumb to the door and Yoongi nods, feeling gloomy that Jimin has to leave. It might have been first and last time they would have talked.

“Thank you again, for the flowers…the hug,” He says, almost whispers as he bows down in thankfulness.

“And tissue?” Yoongi teases.

Jimin blushes as he looks on the floorboard to see dirty tissues lying around. He feel bad that he made such a mess and looks at Yoongi with a pout.

“Don’t worry about it, I clean up before I close the store,” He shrug and Jimin nods apologetically. He bows again and turns to leave until he reaches the door and Yoongi’s voice stops him.

“Yeah?” He asks.

Yoongi comes out from behind the counter, he picks up a card looking like thing and walk over to Jimin doubtfully. He does present a card, a pastel card. Jimin takes it confusingly.

“My number is on the back…if-if you wanna talk sometimes,” He shrugs, mouth pinned together as he dances on the ball of his feet.

“Th-thank you,” Jimin nods, clutch his fingers around the card as he looks bashfully at Yoongi.

“Wait a second?” He asks if Jimin who nods assuringly.

Yoongi goes behind the shelves to look for a flower, once he finds it, he cuts the stem of the flower and rush to his desk where Jimin notice him carefully. He cleans the stem of thorns and wraps a foil paper around it to secure the stem. Then he sprinkles water on it and hums to himself.

Yoongi looks up to see Jimin looking at him, head titled. When the younger notice and it’s too late, he just smiles and bite his lips. Yoongi approaches him a shows him a pink rose.

“For you,” Yoongi whispers.

Jimin takes it and rolls the stem around his fingers. He takes a whiff of the flower and notice the natural smell of it. He opens his eyes and notice Yoongi smiling.

“What does it mean?” He asks.

Yoongi blushes then because he didn’t Jimin would ask.

“Uh…um, it, uh,” He stutters and Jimin comes closer as if promoting Yoongi, “It means happiness,” He breathlessly answers.

“Really?” Jimin doubtfully ask, taking a whiff again.

“Ye-yeah, I hope you can overcome this sadness and become happy again,” Yoongi wishes, looking away to the far wall as he can feel his blush working up his neck. Fuck.

“I’m happy now,” Jimin answers, it make Yoongi’s breath hitch as he looks at Jimin who’s sharing the contact.

“O-okay,” He nods.

“I’ll go,” Jimin says and he means it.

Don’t.

“Yeah,” Yoongi moves back to create a distance. Even with surrounded by flowers and Jimin holding a bouquet, Yoongi can only smell the scent of the younger. Sweetness.

“Thank you, Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin thanks him again.

“Hyung is fine,” Yoongi shyly mutters.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin tests on his lips and nods in appreciation. He waves a goodbye at Jimin and leaves the shop, with bells chiming.

Yoongi falls back on stool with his heart going ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

And if his friends wonder how Jimin willingly comes to Yoongi and shyly talks to him and calls him hyung, then yes, Yoongi exaggerates his story of how he met Jimin on a spring day.

With every version exaggerated.