Taehyung groaned, annoyed as he felt his coffee spill over his hand. Luckily, it wasn't as hot as it had been before leaving his apartment.

He shook his hand attempting to air dry it because he was already running late. Going back to the car wasn't an option and neither was wiping his hand on his scrubs.

He enjoyed the smell of coffee scent just not on his clothes. When he was literal footsteps from the door, he started patting his scrubs for his badge only to realize he didn't have it on him.

When he turned to look at his car in the parking lot very defeated he stomped his way back. Seconds of looking for it felt like an eternity to him.

Finally, he found his badge and made his way back to the hospital entrance. However, a woman standing by the door stopped him midway.

They locked eyes for a brief moment and Taehyung felt himself spin. His hand suddenly felt numb and his knees weak.

The woman smiled and waved. Taehyung could faint. He thought about walking back to his car and locking himself in but his feet were glued to the ground. They had turned into heavy concrete making it hard for him to move.

She started walking towards him and Taehyung's heart raced at a thousand. It wasn't until she was right in front of him that he released a shaky breath.

"Sea."

"It's been so long since you've called me that." She smiled sadly.

"It's been a while since I've seen you."

"I know. May I?" She asked, extending her arms.

Taehyung nodded as she wrapped her tiny arms around him. He hugged her back carefully to not spill any coffee on her clothes.

He closed his eyes, reminiscing all the times he had held her this close. It felt like it had only been yesterday. She still smelled like lavender. Soothing and calm.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as they pulled away from the long embrace.

She smiled again and it awoke something Taehyung thought was long dead. Her smile was bright and pure. Her eyes were still as soft and loving as ever.

"I'm here with a friend. She has an interview. I thought I'd come. I didn't know if you still worked here. I never found the courage to make it through the door, but I see even then destiny wanted us to see each other."

"That's what it seems like." He responded, his heart still a jumbled mess. "How is school?" He was curious to know what had been of her life since they split.

Was she with someone else now? Had she gone into the program of her dreams? Was she happier now that they were separated?

"School is great actually. I'm actually planning on moving back to town soon. My semester is almost over and I've seen great job offers here."

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. This has been the whole reason they split up to begin with. She was forced to move hours away because of the school that accepted her. Now she was coming back and he didn't know how to process it.

"That's really good." He wanted to say so much more, but couldn't get his jumbled thoughts straight.

"Yeah. Well, I'll let you go. It seems like you're in a hurry. I...it was nice to see you. Take care." She smiled while gripping his arm.

As she started walking away, Taehyung's breathing got hectic. It made him relive watching her walk away from his life once again.

"It was nice to see you too!" He screamed.

She turned around with a smile and he couldn't help but return it. He watched as she walked over to her car and got in.

It finally felt like his feet weren't glued to the ground and he was able to move. However, his heart felt heavy. His body was still very jittery. He still had goosebumps and he knew it was because he'd seen her.

Once the elevator door opened and he saw Jungkook he felt even more sick. He avoided eye contact as he set his stuff down.

"Look at this! I stole it from Dr. Choi. It's fancy and it writes pretty." He grinned while drawing a heart on a sticky note.

"Oh yeah. It writes great."

"I know right! Wow. Is this adulthood? Getting excited over pens that write pretty?"

"It seems like it."

Jungkook stopped smiling, leaning in a little bit closer. Taehyung flinched and that's when a lavender scent hit his nose.

"Are you okay?" He asked a little scared because why did he smell like that? Was it just a coincidence?

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just spilled my coffee this morning and I'm late. I better check on Yoongi after clocking in."

Jungkook nodded with a small smile. He turned his attention to the computer screen with a sense of worry he couldn't understand.

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook and that's when he realized that he no longer had this brightness around him anymore. When he looked at him he no longer saw what he did yesterday.

It was dull and his heart didn't beat as excitedly as it had before. He swallowed the thick guilt and walked over to Yoongi's room.

Too ashamed to look Jungkook in the eye.

•••

"I'm here to help you today. So I'm sorry but I didn't have time to stop for coffee."

"Help me?" Yoongi asked, confused as he closed his room door behind.

Jimin had a plastic bag at hand and a determined look on his face. "Yes! I saw your mom and she—"

"You saw my mom? Where?"

"She actually called me. She finished the blanket and wanted to give it to me. I thought it was a sweet present."

"Oh. Did she say anything weird?" He wondered a bit worried. Sometimes his mom tended to overshare embarrassing details about Yoongi she thought were cute but weren't.

"No. Of course not. Now let's get to work. Take off that hoodie."

"Huh?" Yoongi's eyes were wide. His heart was pounding loudly and fast. Was this it? Was this the fuck me until I'm empty against the wall?

Fuck, he wasn't ready. He hadn't showered or shaved but he was willing to risk it all for this moment right now.

"Okay so we're doing this? For real?"

"Yeah. Of course. We need to get your measurements accurately."

"Huh? You want to measure my..." his voice trailed off suddenly embarrassed. Was this a requirement to fuck? To measure each other's dicks?

"Your mom mentioned that you wanted this. I'm all here to help your needs!"

"What? My mother! She—she told you I wanted this?" He shrieked.

Had he spoken to Jeongyeon and she told him how horribly horny he was? Or was it just that obvious that he was in desperation?

"Yeah! She mentioned you wanted new clothes. I figured we could look at some websites and get your measurements so we can order them. Don't worry, you can use your money for this. I know how you feel about me buying you stuff."

"Oh. She told you that?" He asked, embarrassed. He had mentioned it to her but he didn't think she'd tell Jimin.

"Yeah she did. She told me a bunch of stuff. Nothing bad."

Yoongi sighed, still embarrassed. Not only at the fact that his mom had told Jimin things but at the fact that for a second he thought this conversation was about sex.

It was obvious that Jimin did not find him attractive. It's not that Yoongi only wanted sex from him. That wasn't the case, but if there was no attraction that meant the possibility of them ever being anything more than friends was lost.

He remembered the way acted around Chanyeol that day at Jeongyeon's party. He was nervous, jittery, and had this smile on his face that he'd never seen. Jimin never smiled like that when being around him.

It hurt.

"We don't have to do this." He murmured horrified. His mind was telling him he was doing this out of pity.

"Come on. It'll be fun. We should probably look through the websites first to see what they want measured."

"I don't know any websites."

"I can look them up. Ahh shit. My phone died. I didn't charge it last night. Do you mind if we use yours?"

"Not at all. Here. I don't have a password." He shrugged as he made his way to the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

"Sure thing."

Jimin clicked on his phone and the lock screen was a picture of the both of them with their Twenty-One Pilots shirt on. He smiled and slid the screen to unlock it.

Only to find a sexual video behind it. His face turned instantly red and his fingers got all sweaty. This was some hardcore porn.

Yoongi walked out of the bathroom as he rubbed his semi wet hands on his sweats to dry them. Once he looked at Jimin's face he felt his heart stop.

There was no way in hell he forgot to exit out of the porn site right?

"What's...what's wrong?" He whispered.

Jimin remained quiet, noticing how quickly Yoongi's face was turning red. He didn't want to embarrass him. All he had to do was to exit the website and pretend nothing happened.

"Nothing! I just uhh...I need to uhh..." why were his hands so sweaty? Why was the screen frozen? Why was his phone slipping through his hands?

Yoongi gasped when the unlocked phone landed between them with the screen on. They both looked intensely at each other, neither of them saying a word.

At that moment Yoongi wouldn't have minded if his lungs quit working. It would be better than to have your secret kinks exposed.

"I can explain." Yoongi panicky said.

But how the hell was he going to explain this?