"So, are you going to tell us why you are overeating again?" Jungkook asked as he took a seat on the metal bench.

It was a hot humid day and the sun was burning through the big umbrella. They were on their quick fifteen minute lunch break and they had decided to eat outside.

It had been so long since they've seen the outside or enjoyed the sun. So this was perfect even if it was outside the hospital.

"I'm not overeating. Who says I'm overeating?" He asked with a mouthful.

"You're wearing your stretchy scrub pants again." Namjoon pointed out as he dipped his carrot into the ranch.

Jimin groaned, "Dammit. Curse your attention to detail."

"In your defense yellow, your weight gain goes to your ass." He calmly responded.

"Agreed. That ass is fat." Jungkook added.

Jimin pouted, swallowing the food, "Thanks guys. I really needed this ass motivation. If I keep eating like this I'm going to puke next time I have surgery."

Jungkook reached over to wipe ketchup off his face with a napkin. "Is it Yoongi again?" He questioned as he unwrapped the packed peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Well, yes and no. You remember how I told you guys that he's married and everything? I saw his husband kissing another guy! Maybe I looked at it wrong or something. I might've been too sleep deprived."

"Woah. That's huge. You gotta tell him! You'd be able to get on his good side and get the best surgeries! You need this!"

"Jungkook, it's not about the best surgeries. It's just the right thing to do."

"Mhmm sure, sure. Are you sure it has nothing to do with your little crush on him?"

"Okay, maybe it's a little about the crush. But the big part is because the muscular, tall blonde guy can't do that to his spouse. Not when his spouse is Min fucking Yoongi!"

"Big? Muscular? Blonde?" Namjoon asked looking up.

"Yeah. Does he sound familiar? If you saw him you'd know exactly who I'm talking about. That's a man you can't forget."

"Of course. You're talking about Oh Sehun. He's one of the nurses that helps Dr. Kim with his surgeries. He's always giving him googly eyes."

"Oh my gosh! He's trying to flirt with the plastic surgeon too! What a—what a butthole!"

"Not our god! Oh fuck. We have to stop him. Can you imagine if Dr. Min finds out about it? He could try to fight Dr. Kim Seokjin and I won't ever get to do a surgery with him!" Jungkook shrieked in horror.

"Okay, okay, let's calm down." Jimin nervously said.

"What if the person kissing Sehun was Dr. Kim Seokjin?" Jungkook asked with wide eyes.

"No, no,  no. I would've recognized him. The guy he was kissing was medium height, built, and has light brown hair."

Both Jungkook and Jimin turned to Namjoon who was still eating his carrots. He stopped once he realized they were both looking at him.

"That's got to be Jackson Wang. The orthopedic surgeon. I guess he's breaking Sehun's bones." He chuckled at his own joke. 

Jimin abruptly got up from the table. He sighed loudly putting his remaining crumbs on the disposable plate. "I have to get out of here before I eat two more plates."

"Hey wait! You didn't even finish telling us...ahhh. He's already gone." Jungkook said, rolling his eyes.

"I have to go too. Dr. Kim Seokjin is paging me. It must be an emergency."

"How does it feel to live my dream?" Jungkook screamed as Namjoon rushed inside the building.

He groaned disappointed again  and continued eating his plate. Waiting and wondering when he'd get paged himself.

•••

"Dr. Park, would you like to do the honors to extract the lipoma?"

Jimin looked up with excited eyes. "Of course sir." He quickly replied while holding a scalpel.

He repeated the steps out loud while Yoongi attentively observed. Jimin could feel himself grow more confident as the procedure advanced.

It was short and easy. Forty-five minutes later, the patient was closed back up and although it was a minor procedure he felt extremely accomplished.

While he was finished taking off his gown, Yoongi was already washing his hands. "Well done, Dr. Park. You successfully removed the lipoma and  closed up our patient with zero complications."

"Thank you sir."

"Come to my office. I have something for you." He winked.

Jimin's stomach did flips as Yoongi got out of the room. Was he winking to flirt? He quickly smacked his forehead. No, no. He was married!

He proceeded to wash his hands slowly as he thought about going to his office. The last time they were alone in a four walled room didn't end up so well. So of course he was panicking, but he couldn't also leave him hanging.

Well, he could but he didn't want to. After drying his hands he left the surgery room and walked down the hallway towards the elevator.

His hands were dry from the excessive washing and his cuticles sore from him anxiously picking at them. The elevator door opened and he stepped in. He was so into his thoughts that he didn't hear the man behind him talking to him.

"Huh? I'm sorry. I wasn't listening." He apologized after the man tapped him on the shoulder.

The man's smile was warm, eyes a soft brown, where had he seen him before?

"I said we basically always encounter each other here."

Then it clicked. This was the man he had seen before in the elevator and the one Yoongi had presented to. Dr. Yuta Nakamoto, one of the pediatric surgeons.

"Oh! Right, right. Such a small world." He bowed to show him respect.

The door opened and he pointed to it. "Are you getting off?"

"Shoot. Yes, sorry. Umm...I'll see you around Dr. Nakamoto."

"See you around Jimin." He smiled reassuringly.

Jimin turned around, smiling quite surprised. A surgeon that worked here remembered his name. His jitteriness increased to the max as he knocked on Yoongi's door.

He opened up in seconds with a teasing smile. "Come in."

Jimin did as he was told. He stood by his desk unable to sit down or move. He bit his cheek until he tasted the blood in his mouth.

Yoongi opened up his drawer and pulled out a big bag of jelly beans. "They're pretty disgusting. When you told me that this was your favorite candy I had to try it."

"They are kind of nasty." He admitted with a laugh.

"Then why do you eat them?"

"I can carry a bunch of them in my pocket."

He handed him the bag and Jimin gladly accepted it. "Does surgery make you nervous?"

"Uhh...yes, but..."

"But what?"

Jimin's anxiety crept back into his stomach threatening to overflow. He looked down at the floor and Yoongi stepped closer to him.

"Hey, I'm your resident. You know you can talk to me about anything right?"

"It's just..."

"Is someone bothering you? If it was the stupid jelly bean thing I didn't mean to—"

"I saw him." He impulsively said.

"Huh?"

"Your husband...I saw him kiss another man in the bathroom."

When Yoongi stayed silent, Jimin slowly looked up, waiting to see him angry. But he didn't seem upset at all. In fact, he was very calm and it almost looked like he wanted to laugh.

"My husband? I highly doubt that." He said walking back to his desk. He pulled out a bag of chips and opened it up.

"I did. I swear it was him. It was the blonde guy. I've seen you two—I wasn't spying or anything. I just know he's your husband."

At this, Yoongi laughed. He covered his mouth to not spit the chips out. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows confused. Was this his way of coping?

"Yoongi, I'm not lying. I'm telling you this as your friend. I don't want him to keep lying to your face. You don't deserve this."

"Jimin, I'm not accusing you of lying. Sehun is not my husband."

"But I saw you..."

"He's not my husband. I assure you."

"This doesn't make any sense. It's okay if you're embarrassed. I don't want to put you on the spot in fact, we didn't even have to talk about it. I know it must be very difficult for you. I'm here for you. Always. I won't ever—"

"Jimin, Jimin, look at me,"

Jimin slowly made eye contact with him. His breathing was hectic and his voice was shaky. His palms and underarms were pouring sweat.

"My husband is dead."