Yoongi took a deep breath as he approached the closed door. He had sprinted out of his room to avoid his current nurse from catching him.

Hoseok had been a lovely distraction to keep Jungkook busy since he was the one supervising them. Taehyung wouldn't get there until later, which was perfect for Yoongi.

Of course running had made Yoongi short of breath so he had to do breathing techniques to get as much as possible. He cheekily smiled once he realized that the clown guy hadn't arrived yet.

When he walked through the door, the children instantly greeted him by waving excitedly. They rushed to hug him and he gladly returned the embrace.

Since he couldn't really go out anywhere he often came to the pediatric floor. The children seemed to like his company and he liked the distraction.

Nayeon was in the corner of the room watching him slowly approach her once the children returned to where they were sitting.

"You managed to escape from Taehyung? Astonishing."

"Of course love. I've got my ways." He teased
trying to sound cool though his breathing was heavy.

The nagging cough that followed it wasn't so pleasing either. It took him a few seconds to stop the coughing spell. Good thing he had brought a mask.

"Clearly. You're so short winded. Are you sure your oxygen is on?"

Yoongi closed his eyes briefly and took deep breaths in. Living with his condition had taught him certain tricks that aided him at times like this.

Once he settled his breathing down from disastrous to mediocre he turned his portable oxygen off and slid down his nasal prongs.

"What are you doing?" Nayeon asked as he stuck his tubing into the small black bag.

"Taking it off. I can't make fun of the clown dude if I'm wearing that. He won't take me seriously."

"Uh huh. The guy in a clown costume needs to take you seriously. Don't you find that ironic?"

"Nope."

"You need your oxygen! You were just breathing heavily."

"I'm fine. I've learned that I can actually go without it for twenty minutes. Give or take."

Nayeon pulled out a pulse oximeter from her pocket and stuck it on one of his fingers. She frowned, "Your O2 is fluctuating between 84 and 85. You need it."

He pulled his finger away, "I like it better when cute grumpy Tzuyu is here instead of you. She doesn't check my O2."

Nayeon stuck her tongue out, "And you wanted us to date?"

He laughed and was about to say something when the door opened. He spotted the guy walking in with a full face of clown makeup and a colorful polka dot costume.

"I promise I'll be okay. I won't die." He whispered as he snuck towards the front row.

"Hey I'm watching you and I see you struggle I will shove that nasal cannula so far up your—"

Yoongi continued to move ignoring her bickering.
Jimin was dreading every second of being in the costume and when he saw the pale looking dude sitting in the front row he was horrified.

It was obvious he'd show up for this humiliation. He was the one that started this to begin with. He decided to push all of that to the side and smiled waving at the enthusiastic children.

"Hey guys! How are we doing today?"

"Good!" They responded in unison.

"I bet so. I'm very excited to be here today and make you all smile."

Yoongi raised his hand with a smirk. Jimin saw him but decided to ignore him even though he was now waving his hand at a fast pace.

"So I figured today I could make you all some animal balloons. I've been practicing a lot and—"

"Mr. Clown?" A kid called.

"Yes?" Jimin responded not being used to being called a clown.

"Yoongi has something to say."

Jimin's smile tensed as his gaze went to the grinning pale man. "Yoongi what is it?" He asked through his gritted teeth.

He finally put his hand down, " I just wanted to say that you look like the polka dotted dog from the book Put Me In the Zoo."

"Oh yes! You do Mr. Clown! My mom read me that book last night."

Jimin forced a laugh, "Oh yeah. That was my intent." Actually, he had ordered it on Amazon and thought it was cute but now that he thought about it he did look like that dog.

Nayeon chuckled in the back covering her mouth. It was always amusing to see Yoongi mess with the guests.

"Anyways," Jimin continued, clearing his throat. "I really want to make you all some balloons so let's get to it yeah?"

"You said you'd sing us If You're Happy and You Know It! Sing it! Sing it! Sing it!" Yoongi started chanting.

Soon all the kids joined and Jimin quietly sighed. He hoped that they had forgotten about it or that Yoongi wouldn't show up.

It was definitely going to be a long session.

•••

"Thank you for having me. I will see you guys next time." Jimin waved.

He quickly excited through the door before he was humiliated again. Yoongi saw how fast he sprinted so he panicked, grabbing his portable oxygen.

"Shit I gotta go. Bye Nayeon! Bye guys!" Yoongi said, quickly walking away. He had a yellow balloon giraffe that Jimin had made for him.

Not willingly of course. He had to ask in front of the kids after he was done making them and Jimin was not going to say no in front of the children.

He didn't even make it three steps running because he got attacked by a coughing spell. Pushing his limit without the oxygen and sprinting to make it here on time had added to his body's strain to keep breathing.

When he made it to the elevator he hesitated going to the bottom floor. He'd be in trouble if he got caught but it was his only chance to catch up to this guy.

His heart raced once he stepped out. The lobby was surprisingly not as busy. Yuta was at his desk like usual answering calls.

He analyzed everywhere trying to see if the guy was still inside but no luck. So he headed out the front door.

It was still very chilly outside despite March being around the corner. He pressed his mask closer to his nose to get extra warmth from his breath.

Good thing he had come prepared with a jacket. As he walked further towards the side of the hospital he was convinced he had lost his one and only chance.

"Fuck. Fuck." He groaned both defeatedly and tired.

He leaned against the nearest brick wall and stared at the parking lot in front of him. It was almost packed. He could hear the cars honking and beeping in the distance.

Though it was chilly, the sun was bright in the sky. The trees were still leafless and the grass dead but Yoongi took in how beautiful it all looked.

He suddenly wasn't so disappointed to have missed the opportunity with the guy. He was too busy admiring his surroundings to be upset.

He hadn't been outside the hospital since the moment he arrived in December. Sure, he still saw the city from the windows inside but this was a different feeling.

While he was home he couldn't really go outside either.  Not to social gatherings because his condition was critical

He was always living behind four walls to keep him protected from every germ in the world. His life revolved about a sterile bubble that was keeping him alive yet suffocating him with loneliness.

Though he wasn't outside of the hospital's perimeter he still enjoyed it. Any outside exposure was better than none.

Suddenly he turned his attention to a mumbling noise coming around the corner. Yoongi knew if it was one of the employees he'd get scolded for sure.

It was strictly prohibited for him to leave his floor due to his lungs being so susceptible to catching things.
He quickly turned around and faced the wall covering his face and trying to not pop the balloon giraffe.

It's not like that would make him invisible but he still put the portable oxygen tank inside his jacket hoping he'd blend in with the wall.

He heard something fall and then a loud groan.
"Fuck! Fucking piece of fucking shit! Fuck you world! Fuck you! Where is it? Where's the alien hiding?"

Alien? Yoongi opened one eye and slowly turned around. Even if it was an employee he was too curious to see.

Then his eyes landed on an angry clown flicking the parking lot off. He must've been so nervous to get caught he didn't recognize his voice.

Jimin then flicked off his phone which was on the ground. He still had the wig on and everything which made this ten times funnier.

"Come out wherever your hiding alien and piss on my fucking leg! That's all I need to make this day twenty times shittier!"

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek to contain his laughter as he slowly picked up the phone. Jimin's eyes widened realizing who this was.

"Are you following me?" He quickly snatched the phone from him. Most importantly he wanted to ask if he'd heard his little alien pissing rant.

"No." He lied.

Jimin sighed, shoving his phone in his pocket and started walking away. Yoongi quickly spoke up, "Hey! Don't be grumpy. Your phone didn't break and an alien didn't piss on your leg."

Fuck. So he had heard. Jimin felt his muscles tense, "Don't be grumpy?" He asked calmly yet his face said otherwise.

Yoongi nodded, pulling his mask down and smiling, "Yeah. You didn't get pissed on."

"What do you want from me? First you show up out of nowhere and lie. You're a compulsive liar you know? Then you give the well behaved children terrible ideas and I have to go through with it otherwise I'd be a dick!"

"Okay, well I know I lied a little bit—"

"A little bit? You told me you were a father! I don't even know if to believe you're a patient here!"

"Ahh come on. It was a harmless lie. Plus, I really am a patient." He said pointing to his nasal cannula.

That's when Jimin actually looked at him. He saw the oxygen bag on his shoulder and then he sort of felt bad for being loud and obnoxious.

"Thanks for picking up my phone. Bye."

"Wait! Let me ask you one question."

Jimin hesitated but turned around either way. Something told him he'd regret this. However, he couldn't just walk away. It would only make him feel worse.

"What?"

"Are you single?"

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. His face was dry from the excessive clown makeup. He couldn't believe he was seriously having a conversation with a compulsive liar outside a hospital dressed as a clown.

"What does that have to do with anything? Yeah I am but I don't see the point in asking."

"Yes! Great! That's great news. I just wanted to know before inviting you to my room."

Jimin's mouth slightly opened up. He then snatched the clown nose off his face. "Are you clowning me right now? It's the makeup isn't it?"

"No. Of course not. I really do want you to come up to my room."

"For what exactly?"

"Well, you know. I've been stuck in hospitals most of my life and I haven't experienced certain things. I would really like to..."

Jimin's brain suddenly wrapped around what he was saying. 'Certain things'. He couldn't mean sex could he?

"I just really want to know how it feels to have a man in my room who is not my dad or best friend or my nurse. I want to know the sensation of getting to know him and to be able to..."

Jimin stopped listening after his brain kept repeating this. "I'm sorry. I can't. I'm not that type of person you know? You can get your experience from someone else." He said slowly, stepping back.

Yoongi panicked when he saw he was walking away. So he thought of something to make him feel bad for leaving. Maybe if he pitted him a little it'd change his mind.

"Are you really going to say no to a virgin dying boy's bucket list?"