"How are you doing today Mr. Kim?" Jin asked as he scanned the paper work in front of him. He was doing invested fo notice how nervous Namjoon was.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and pulled the gown closer to cover his body. "I'm doing good." He responded quietly.

Jin smiled setting down the clipboard. "Perfect. Let's get started with your physical. Can you pull your gown down?"

Namjoon avoided eye contact and slowly opened the gown dropping it around his waist. He felt the need to put his hands over his stomach.

The scar tissue from the insulin were barely fading. It had been a while since he had to give himself shots. His skin was just so sensitive it was taking forever to disappear.

The glucose monitor on the left side of his stomach and insulin pump on the right did not look pleasing. Not to mention that his body wasn't necessarily the perfect type.

He hadn't been intimate with anyone in a long time so having someone look at his flaws was scary. He kept avoiding eye contact as Jin pressed his stethoscope on his heart.

"Nervous? Your heart is beating very fast."

"Not at all." He responded quietly. His tone gave it away.

"It's fine to be nervous. Some people have white coat syndrome. It must be my lab coat." He laughed.

Namjoon timidly smiled. Jin was always so welcoming and nice. The worst part about all of this was that coming for a doctors visit was the most normal thing he did.

His life was a constant roller coaster ride. The adrenaline was always there and his mind could never rest. That's why he couldn't understand how Taehyung had time to sleep around and have fun.

Why was he so nailed to this job that he was basically enslaved in for the rest of his life? Why couldn't he for once let go?

"Hey, it's okay. It's only a physical. I won't bite I promise. Can you take a deep breath for me?"

Namjoon finally looked up at him. There it was. When looking into his eyes his mind came at peace. The racing, the doubts, and the worry went away.

It seemed like Jin was the only one who had that power over him.

•••

Jimin ran his fingers through the piano cover as Yoongi watched from the corner. He took a seat on the stool and exposed the pretty instrument.

He sighed rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. The previous night had been a rough one. No nightmares only insomnia.

Jimin didn't know which was worse. To sleep and have nightmares or to not sleep and let your mind race. Either way they both sucked.

He pressed the piano keys and attempted to make a melody out of it. The sounds weren't so pleasing to the ears.

"Do you know how to play the piano dog?" He asked out loud as he poorly continued to play.

Yoongi didn't respond. He was obviously in a bad mood and Jimin could tell. Although he was very serious, today he was even more quieter than usual.

Jimin continued to press random piano keys as he spoke, "I'm reading the book you showed me by the way. Why didn't you tell me that it is actually ingesting? The guy read so much that he actually lost his mind and decides to become a knight. I don't really read and if I do there has to be a lot of pictures. This book however has taken me by the dick and won't let me—"

"Stop it. It sounds horrific." Yoongi interrupted holding his hand and pulling it away from the piano.

Jimin looked up at him and then at his hand around his own. He didn't let go for a few more seconds until the eye contact intensified.

"I asked if you knew how to play and you ignored me." He finally said to ease the tension.

Yoongi sighed, "You touch the piano gently. You're doing it so brusquely. Treat it like it's made out of glass." He spoke and began playing.

Instead of paying attention to his hand on the piano he stared at him. He had never noticed how beautiful his side profile was. How long his eyelashes were and how pretty plumped his lips looked. His skin was so pale and made it seem like it was porcelain. Who knew he was so fucking pretty?

Jimin's heart thumped loudly in him and he put his hand on top of his chest. It felt like his heart was glowing. That's the same feeling he had once felt with Yuta. The very first time they made love and their first kiss.

Except, this was very different. Yoongi wasn't even touching him and he was feeling this way. Maybe it was the soft melody being played by him or the fact that he was so lonely and sad.

Yoongi just looked so warm.

He wanted a hug so bad.

He wanted to bury his face in his chest and sniff his homey scent. To be held by him and be told that everything was going to be okay. The butterflies erupted from his stomach overtaking him. He never thought that he'd feel this again.

When Yuta left his butterflies got holes and slowly died. They drowned in his sorrow and sadness. Jimin thought that he would only ever feel that with his ex lover.

Jimin felt himself panic at the emotions he was feeling that he abruptly looked away.  Yoongi stopped playing and turned to face him.

"What's the matter?" He asked a bit concerned. At times he acted so awkward and didn't know how to react to it.

"Nothing. I want to go back to my room."  He stated quickly getting up.

Yoongi nodded as he walked out the music room. He followed behind and made sure to not be so close. Jimin could still feel his presence though.

Only they knew how to be distantly close.

•••

"I'm going to be away for a few weeks on a trip." Taehyung said as he pampered Jimin with kisses on his neck.

"Yeah? How long will you be gone?"

"Depends. It can take one week or three. It truly depends on the people I'm closing business with."

"I'm going to miss you sir."

"Me too. I was going to ask," He said as he unbuttoned Jimin's shirt. "Do you want Yoongi to stay with you? He usually comes with me to these trips."

Jimin gulped down nervously. Yoongi. He had been trying to not think about him ever since this mornings  piano incident.

Why did his heart rate go up when his name came up?

"Uhh...it's up to you." He finally replied. I want him to stay. Was what he really wanted to say. However, that'd be to suspicious and it won't help with the new emotions he was feeling.

"I'll take Sehun. Hoseok will be with me as well so I'll be okay. I want you to be protected."

Jimin couldn't help to smile. The thought of not seeing Yoongi for weeks had made him panic. Now his heart was going back to normal pace.

When Taehyung started unbuckling his pants he slowly went back to what was happening. But in the back of his mind Yoongi was still there.

His hands, his voice, his scent.

Jimin shook his head and tried to concentrate on what was happening. Taehyung was whispering dirty things in his ears. That was enough to get his mind racing.

He smirked as he felt the pleasure building up. His mouth was uncontrollably moaning noises. For a brief second he closed his eyes enjoying himself.

Then he heard Yoongi's voice.

"Huh?" Jimin asked startled while opening his eyes.

"I asked if that feels good." Taehyung murmured messily kissing his forehead.

Jimin nodded realizing that it was his mind playing tricks on him. It wasn't Yoongi. It was Taehyung. Without mercy his mind spiraled again and again.

As the situation escalated and Taehyung was mounting him he stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut and kept replaying the scenario of Yoongi beside him playing the piano.

Why couldn't he leave his mind?

"If you're good to me I'll give you the world," Taehyung whispered against his ear.

Jimin abruptly opened his eyes. Money. Power. That statement was enough to ground him back to his reality. This was the reason why he was here to begin with.

To get everything he ever wished for. Not to catch feelings so his guard. The hunger for money blinded him and he was suddenly relieved. Anything to get that man out of his head.

The ocean of emotions he had been drowning in was finally going back down. Once again he was on top of the waves breathing again.

At least for that instant.