Jimin finally spoke up after analyzing the situation. He had pros and cons to it and as much as the cons were outweighing the pros his heart was too big.

He cared more than he should. Even though Yoongi was a complete stranger to him, he felt the need to at least hear him out.

"Okay."

"Come on let me explain. If after hearing me you don't want to—wait what?" He asked, confused. He had prepared himself to be shut down.

"Explain. Your time is ticking."

Yoongi released a shaky breath. He started pacing around, running his fingers through his thick wavy mess of hair.

"Holy fuck. Okay, okay, give me a minute." He said trying to come up with a good argument. In all honesty, he didn't think he'd make it this far in the conversation.

Hell, he didn't even think Jimin would agree to come to his room. Not after the terrible virginity misunderstanding.

"Something tells me you didn't think your argument through."

"You don't know that. What are you a fucking mind reader? Fuck, sorry. I get a little angsty when I'm nervous. Not that I'm nervous about you. I've had plenty of men in my room before okay?"

"Sure virgin boy." Jimin murmured.

"What did—?"

"Look at that you're down to five minutes."

Yoongi felt himself panic. Time was ticking away. Slipping from his fingers and he was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even think clearly.

His mind was speeding at a hundred miles per hour. When he tried to make an argument in his head his inner voice would interrupt him and tell him otherwise.

So he ended up just saying everything that came to his mind. Unfiltered. Unrehearsed. That had gotten him in trouble plenty of times before but this was urgent.

"Okay, so here's how it is. I accidentally made my mom think I have a partner. My birthday is next week and she's hosting a dinner here at the hospital. It's a miracle my lungs are still semi working. I can't find a fake partner. I have tried to bribe my nurse friend on the pediatric floor but she won't budge. My only friend here has cystic fibrosis like me so he can't be my fake partner. My other two best friends are busy with their lives and I can't ask them to pretend to date me. Not to mention that one of them was already meant to be my so-called wife. If I fake date her it would only get our parents hopes up."

He released a shaky breath because he had been blabbing too fast, unable to take breaths in. "I know it's stupid! I know it's fucking stupid and I could just tell my mom it was a misunderstanding but I want to at least make her happy for a little bit. We can break up after a few weeks okay? I just need her to believe I found love. At least for a little while. If you have a partner you can tell them it's for a charity project. I swear it will all be fake."

Jimin didn't respond right away though the time was ticking. Trying to unpack everything that he said was a lot. He knew Yoongi was a liar but something told him he wasn't lying about this.

"So you have cystic fibrosis?"

Yoongi nodded his head slowly, "Terminal. If I don't get a lung transplant, well you know." He murmured, mimicking slicing his throat.

Jimin got up from the chair and started walking around his room. "I don't have a partner yet but I soon will."

A part of Yoongi was disappointed about this. He knew that if Jimin agreed to help him out it would only be out of pity or because he had a good heart.

However, a part of him couldn't help but imagine that they'd fall in love. That Jimin would do that because he found him attractive.

It was good that he had said that. His feet were now on the ground and the illusive falling in love dreams were out of his mind.

What was he even thinking of such things? This wasn't a fanfiction or romance movie where that could happen. This was real life.

"That works you know because I didn't want you to fall in love with me and shit. I've got plenty of exes that are still obsessed with me. Not Joe obsessed, but I'm unforgettable I suppose."

"Who's Joe?" Jimin asked, confused.

"He's a...never mind. Does that mean you will help me?"

"I don't know. Tell me about you. If I do decide to help you I need to know about you so we seem like a couple." He murmured once he noticed the almost deflated yellow balloon giraffe he had made for him.

Why had he kept it? To mock him?

"Uhh sure. I, uhh, aside from dying I am a very fun person. I like to...I like to read manga and watch shitty movies and critique them. I am also sort of a model."

Jimin looked towards his direction and Yoongi cleared his throat, "Well not a famous model. My friend draws me and sells them online. I'm pretty popular among his followers. I'm probably all over TikTok and shit. Not a big deal." He said, trying to sound interesting.

"TikTok famous? Wow." Jimin smiled in a teasing way.

"Yeah. It's no biggie. I might be up there with Charlie whatever her name is and Jungkook." He said, trying to play it off.

"Jungkook? Does he not work here?"

"Oh yeah. He's pretty popular on TikTok. He often gets recorded and uploaded. It's kind of strange to see an emo looking nurse."

"How do you know that? Do you watch at videos of him?"

"What? No—no of course not—but anyways I'm pretty popular. I'm so famous on TikTok."

Jimin laughed, "That's pretty impressive."

"I also have this birthmark on my left ass cheek that looks like Antarctica." He blabbed trying to keep the momentum going.

Jimin's smile slowly faded, "Okay. I don't know why I would ever need to know that." He awkwardly replied while scratching the back of his head.

"Well, you know just in case." Yoongi was suddenly embarrassed that he brought it up.

"Right. Right. Is this your favorite band?"

"Yes. Of course. I love them."

"Hmm. I've never heard of them."

Yoongi gasped quite offended, "Are you kidding me?"

"Not at all."

"Well you have no idea what you're missing out on. They're like the best and I absolutely love their music. They've gotten me through tough times and that's been a lot in my case."

Jimin could tell that he was passionate about this band. So he took a mental note of that.

"I should probably listen to them then."

"Uh yeah." Yoongi responded like it was obvious.

"Are black and yellow your favorite colors?"

"Yeah how did you know?" Yoongi asked, nearly losing his shit.

"It's kind of obvious." He chuckled as he pointed to the walls.

"Oh right. Duh. Well, yes I like both colors but I prefer yellow."

"Yellow? Out of all the colors, why that one?"

"Umm...I'm not sure. I just like it. I like the way it looks on others and it makes me feel good when I look at it."

"Do you like it on yourself?"

Yoongi shouldn't have felt nervous about this conversation, but Jimin kept direct eye contact with him. Not looking away a single time.

It's like he was fully invested in what Yoongi had to say and that was nerve wracking when Jimin looked like an angel in the flesh.

"I suppose." He whispered, looking everywhere but him.

Jimin broke eye contact when his timer went off. Yoongi quickly started to panic, wondering if this had been enough to convince him.

"Will you do it?" He urgently asked.

"I don't know. I have to sleep on it. It's a lot to unpack. I have to make sure that I make the right decision."

"If you have a few more minutes to spare I can promise you I will convince you. I'm not that ugly and I look hot as fuck without my oxygen. See!"

Jimin watched as he took off his portable oxygen and put it on his bed. That's when his eyes landed on a bright green wrapper by his nightstand.

He slowly walked towards it leaving Yoongi wondering what was happening. "You're turning 24 correct?"

"Yes."

"When exactly?"

"March 9."

"What's this wrapper?"

Yoongi was still quite perplexed about this conversation. His heart was beating extremely irregularly and his lungs were starting to compress in his chest more.

When he was anxious, his adrenaline went off the roof causing him to breathe faster. With his condition it made him even more short winded.

"It's my favorite candy. They're watermelon peeps. People think they're nasty but they're very good. Super hard to find though. They're only around this time of year. My friend brought me the last pack he could find at the convenience store."

"Ahh okay. That's nice." He said putting the wrapper down.

When he looked at Yoongi he noticed how pale he'd gotten. Well, he was already porcelain skinned but this tint wasn't the usual.

He looked scared and his chest arose furiously up and down. It was fairly quiet in the room and he could hear his heavy breathing.

Struggling.

So he stepped closer to him until they were eye to eye. Yoongi's breathing got even more hectic and he seemed frozen. Jimin slowly grabbed his portable oxygen and brought it to his face.

He didn't even flinch when Jimin carefully put the nasal cannula behind his ears. His fingers slid across his warm blushed cheek in the process.

Yoongi knew he shouldn't be blushing this extreme, but having Jimin literally inches away made butterflies erupt in his tummy.

Then Jimin smiled and Yoongi nearly dropped on his knees right then and there....well he actually did.

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?" Jimin screamed falling on the floor as well.

"I'm...I'm..."

"I'm calling the nurse—"

"No! I'm—I'm okay! Just a little lightheaded."

"Oh fuck. Are you sure? This doesn't seem right. You fell pretty hard."

"My knees are pretty strong. You know? I've had plenty of experience." He said in between breaths.

Jimin rolled his eyes realizing that maybe he was fine after all. Yoongi stretched his legs and rested against the bed.

He focused on his breathing taking deep breaths before he fainted. He liked to blame the lack of oxygen and adrenaline on his little knee falling moment, but that wasn't the case at all.

It was that and the fact this fucking sexy clown touch his cheek, put on his oxygen and smiled. That was basically foreplay in Yoongi's vocabulary.

Jimin sat next to him watching him closely. He was afraid he'd faint any time soon, but luckily the color started appearing on his face once again.

His cheeks were slightly pink and the tips of his ears as well. "Shouldn't I know something about you? If you do decide to help me?" He asked, staring at the wall in front of him.

Why was he blushing so incredibly bad?

Jimin started getting up and stretching his hand out to help him up. Yoongi took his hand almost immediately.

Without a problem Jimin pulled him up. He was underweight due to his poor malabsorption but still he did it so effortlessly.

"All you need to know about me is that I'm currently in school to be a pediatrician. Your time has been up for a while. I just wanted to verify you were okay. Goodbye. Please keep your oxygen on." He said as he waved.

Yoongi waited until he left the room to fall back on his bed. He laid like a starfish staring at his ceiling full of stars and grinned.

Even with the oxygen on, Jimin took his breath away.