It was a pleasure to have you here like always. I'm very thankful you were able to bring in a friend with you today." Yuta said as they walked out the door.

"Yeah me too. I enjoy doing this. My friend ran to the cafeteria but he's been gone a long while. I hope he's not lost."

"Shoot it has been a while. Sorry! I just like to talk. I will see you next week. Thank you for coming!"

"Bye!" Jimin waved. He sighed as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was about to pull it out when he looked down the hallway.

It was strange that the pale dude hadn't shown up today. Especially because he knew that Taehyung was not here so therefore he could've sneaked out whenever.

But whatever. It's not like he cared.

He started walking down the hallway careful of his surroundings. When he pulled up the corner to the elevator he held his breath afraid he would be hiding there.

Once he saw that no one was there he released a shaky relieved breath. He calmly pressed the elevator button waiting for it to open.

He was so calm until he felt the hairs behind his neck stand. He turned around and Yoongi was standing there like a Roblox character.

Jimin shrieked, stumbling back only to realize that the door had already opened. He felt himself lose balance when Yoongi reached to grab him by the shirt and pull him back.

"You gotta be more careful clown." He commented as soon as he let go.

The door closed once again and Jimin rolled his eyes, "Ahh! You scared me! Why're you sneaking up behind me?"

"I was not. I was waiting for the elevator door to open. I just came from the bathroom."

"Sure, sure, you're just a little stalker." He accused pointing his finger at him.

"Real cute to accuse and point fingers to a dying boy."

The shame that came with that comment made Jimin quickly out his hand down. His attitude disappeared for a split second until Yoongi bursted out laughing.

"Works every fucking time!"

"I'm glad it amuses you to toy with my emotions. Goodbye."

"Hey! Wait! I'm sorry. Hear me out." Yoongi said, rushing inside the elevator.

"I have nothing to talk to you about." Jimin murmured, pressing the bottom floor. He actually pressed it repeatedly.

Why wasn't the damn thing working?

"I have a lot of explaining to do about our last conversation."

Jimin almost blushed remembering that. He had freaked out and threw his clown nose at him. What else was he supposed to do when he was being offered to strip him away from his virginity?

"I don't want to touch that subject and I'd appreciate it if you drop it. I'm not that type of person." He replied, still furiously pressing the keypad.

Yoongi pressed the stop button and Jimin huffed. Of course that one worked just fine and not his attempts to get to the bottom floor quickly.

"Stop it, I have to go."

"I need to explain—" before he could continue Jimin pressed the resume button but Yoongi quickly stopped the elevator again. Then he put himself in front of the keypad.

"Real mature holding me hostage. I can get you in trouble you know? Aren't you not supposed to be here?"

"I'm being cautious. I'm wearing my mask and my oxygen."

The tips of Jimin's ears got red with anger and irritation. "What do you want from me?" He snapped, cutting the politeness.

"I need you to let me explain everything. Please come to my room."

"I'm not having sex with you!"

Yoongi's mouth slightly parted. He was glad he was wearing a mask because he was blushing badly. So he really had misinterpreted it.

"I don't want to have sex with you." For the most part.

"Then why would you offer me to go to your room and say that you're a dying virgin boy bullshit?"

Yoongi looked down at the floor and at the walls. It suddenly felt too hot in here and way too small. Not even the oxygen was helping him.

"I—you misunderstood. I want to explain but I need you to come to my room because it's kind of a long story and I'm not supposed to be here. I can promise you that I won't try to fuck you or let you fuck me in my hospital room filled with medical equipment and with a nurse guarding the outside of my door."

Jimin processed what this man was saying. It was true it's not like they could fuck in a hospital room even if they wanted to.

His phone vibrated again and this time he took it out to look at it. Namjoon had texted him that he was in the parking lot and if he wanted him to wait.

They had driven separately due to their schedules. Yoongi cleared his throat trying to get his attention again.

Though he couldn't see his whole face he could see the desperation in his eyes. He wanted to say no. Every part of him did but every time he looked at him he could feel his heart strings pull.

What if he was judging him wrong?

"Fine but I am only giving you five minutes."

"Five minutes?" Yoongi asked in disbelief. How could he compact all of his story in five minutes?

"Ten max."

"Okay I can do that. I can certainly do that. If I start with Valentine's Day and then..." he started murmuring to himself as Jimin watched him.

Yoongi suddenly felt him staring and he slowly looked up, "Do I have something on my face?" He asked self consciously, running his fingers through his forehead.

"Uh no. I'm just waiting on the elevator."

Yoongi quickly stepped away from the buttons. "Oh. Right." He said restarting the process. He stood in front of Jimin facing the door.

It was an awkward silence now and he couldn't turn around to look at him. Luckily, his floor wasn't too far so it was only a few excruciating seconds.

He stepped out of the elevator and pressed his finger to his lips. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows confused because they weren't even talking.

"Follow me." He whispered, walking slowly to the nearest wall. Then he peeked and spotted Jungkook who was still by his desk.

Jimin stood behind him following his every move. Yoongi tensed once he felt his presence close to him.
There was a mild cotton scent to him that wasn't too overwhelming.

He could feel Jimin's warm breath brush against his ear. It made his heart race and he suddenly straightened up starling Jimin who stepped away.

The last thing he needed was a random boner because an attractive male was right behind him. How fucking awkward would that be?

"Shhh." Yoongi whispered.

"You scared me." He whispered back.

"Listen, you have to walk to the nurses desk and ask to see me. Stand right in front of him so I can sneak back into my room."

"That's a lot of work."

"I know that's why it's so hard to sneak out. So go on." He encouraged.

Jimin sighed and nodded; walking towards Jungkook. Yoongi waited until his view was completely blocked and he rushed to his room.

"Yoongi? I believe he's sleeping right now. Do you have your screening card?"

Jimin showed him the form and nodded, "Okay but like I said I don't know—"

"Ahh! That was a good nap. Jimin. Hi! So glad you could come." Yoongi said with a yawn.

"Would you look at that? He's magically awake. Tell me do you sleep with your mask on?" Jungkook asked with a frown.

"Umm yeah sometimes. Don't want no germs to get in there. Anyways, you can come inside Jimin."

Jungkook handed him back the form and Jimin bowed, excusing himself. As soon as he stepped into Yoongi's room he looked around.

There were posters on his walls, a few drawings, and a couple of pictures on his table. Yoongi closed the door behind snapping him out of his train of thought.

"You can have a seat on the chair there. I have the small table because I eat here."

Jimin nodded and sat on the chair by the window. His eyes kept traveling to the walls as he tried to catch as many details as he could.

Yoongi stood by the door watching Jimin sitting so effortlessly beautiful. The sun behind him radiated against his pretty skin making him look like he was glowing.

That's when it all hit him. A hot guy was in his room willingly. A sex god was in his room sitting on his chair willingly.

Sure he might've pulled the "I'm-sick-and-dying-card" but Jimin had still agreed to come into his room willingly.

Never in a million years would've he thought that he'd ever experience this. His mind was going to a hundred and his heart didn't stay behind.

What if Jimin suddenly confessed that he would have sex with him? What if they started making out right then and there and one thing led to another?

What if Jimin suddenly confessed that he was super horny for him and tore open his shirt? What if they were too loud and Jungkook heard?

Holy shit, what if Jungkook wanted to join them? That would be the fucking dream. The ultimate fucking dream.

What if—snap the fuck out of Yoongi. He thought to himself. It wasn't until Jimin focused back on him that he grounded his spiraling mind.

"I'm starting the timer now. So I say we address the big elephant in the room." He said slightly pointing to the body shape that was on his bed.

Yoongi nodded, taking off his mask and having a seat on the bed, "Yeah. I just want to clarify that I'm not a virgin."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, "Uhh. I was actually talking about..."

"I swear I'm not! I've had plenty of experience okay?"

"That's what a virgin would say."

"Just because I'm in a hospital doesn't mean I can't have sex!" He declared trying to sound confident. "I even got pneumonia once because of it."

"Pneumonia?" Jimin asked, almost laughing.

"Yeah. The girl was sick and I got sick which then turned into pneumonia. I have a weak ass immune system."

Jimin suddenly recalled that he was sick. Yoongi didn't carry himself as a person that was debilitated by his condition so it sometimes slipped his mind.

Surprisingly, the portable oxygen blended into him, not sticking out like a sore thumb. He cleared his throat growing serious once again.

"Oh right. Uhh...so why am I here? I really don't care about your virginity."

"I'm not—!" Yoongi sighed loudly, "I just wanted to apologize for the misinterpretation. I have a tendency to get myself into trouble because people often take what I say out of context."

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest, "Well you see, you say things that can be taken out of context. What am I supposed to think when you invite me to your room and then say that you're a virgin?"

Yoongi slightly blushed, "I actually wanted to show you this. That's why I invited you here."

Jimin took the piece of paper from him and started reading. The title said 'Bucket List' and then a list followed.

"I want to live through you."

"Huh?" He asked looking back at him.

"I'm stuck in the hospital. Always have been in and out. I can't really be out in public since my condition has progressed. I want you to do these things for me so that I can at least have some memory of it."

Yoongi couldn't figure out what Jimin was thinking so he wanted to convince him to the max. "My original list was one hundred and fifty things."

Jimin's eyes widened so Yoongi quickly spoke up again, "I've narrowed it down to twenty-four things. One for each year I've been alive."

One, go to a Twenty One Pilots concert. Two, watch the stars with someone. Three, eat at a five star restaurant. Four, learn how to swim. Five, eat every sweet and coffee at Sugary Sweets. Six....

As Jimin kept reading the list he noticed how most of these were very simple to do. Something he could do any day of the week, but realization settled in him that Yoongi could not.

He was stuck in this place and things like grabbing a coffee or going to a concert weren't an option for him. It made him notice how he took little things for granted like being able to breathe on his own.

He was almost about to agree when he saw the very last thing. Twenty-four, get a fake boyfriend. He raised his eyebrows and put the paper down looking directly at him.

"Get a fake boyfriend? Is this some sort of joke?"

Yoongi nervously fidgeted with his fingers, "Uhh no. It's not. If you can't help me with any of the other items I at least want help on that one."

"This was just added in." He accused him.

"What? No it was not. I've always wanted a fake boyfriend! Why have a real one when you can have a fake one? I've—I've always said that." He stuttered embarrassed.

"It was just added. Look, all of these are written neatly in black pen and this one is messy and with blue ink."

Dammit.

"Fine! It was just added but let me explain."

Jimin acknowledged the fact that this conversation was getting crazier and more impossible as he continued. However, a part of him wanted to hear more.

But if he kept listening would Yoongi eventually convince him?