"So Jimin. Tell me about yourself. What do you do outside of work?" Yuta asked as they walked down the hallway.

It was unusual to see him dressed in a button up shirt and navy blue khakis. Jimin felt weird in his formal attire too. It's like he had forgotten how to dress outside of work.

The last two months he had literally slept and woke up in scrubs. Finding a decent outfit to wear had been harder than he thought.

"Well, I haven't had time to do much. I like to exercise when I have free time. It helps me get rid of nerves and stress. Life has been stressful this past year."

"Ahh. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but your life will be stressful from now on."

"Oh I know. I couldn't ask for more. I love being a surgeon."

"Me too. I'm really excited for you to be in my service."

"Yes. I can't wait."

Yuta opened up the door for him to get in. Jimin had been both excited and fearful of this dinner. He couldn't help to think all the attention was on him even though he knew it wasn't true.

Once he saw that several people were sitting down drinking and talking he relaxed. No one had even turned to look at them.

"Are they serving alcohol?" Jimin whispered as they approached the table with the drinks.

"No. It's just a regular punch. They don't want to fuck us up in case there's an emergency which there will be."

"Don't jinx us."

"Come on. People do stupid things all the time."

"That is true." He laughed as Yuta handed him a cup of red punch.

"This feels like an awkward school dance." He giggled moving closer to Jimin. He could smell his cologne and hair. It smelled good. Too good.

"Yes it does. Good thing there's no weird pop music."

"Of course not. We need to be able to hear the ambulances duh."

They were too busy laughing, that Jimin hadn't seen Yoongi walk in. Once he turned around and saw him by the entrance he was already looking at him.

Jimin held his breath feeling the room suddenly spin. Yoongi wore an all black suit with his fluffy hair falling effortlessly around his ears and forehead.

"Jimin?" Yuta questioned, lightly nudging him.

Finally, he exhaled coughing in the process. The spots in his vision made his dizziness worse. It was the lack of oxygen in his brain from holding his breath so long.

"Sorry. I zoned out." He laughed nervously.

"It's fine. I do the same. Oh! There's Yoongi! Let's have a seat with them. I'll grab them drinks."

Jimin swallowed down the gulp of anxiety as he looked at Yoongi who was sitting down on an empty table. The girl next to him had an unknown face. He stared at her a little too long, finally realizing who she was.

It was Im Nayeon. One of the very few female students. Actually, the only one he had seen so far. She looked absolutely breathtaking in her red dress.

Jimin had to look away before his brain started playing tricks on him. It just occurred to him that he didn't know Yoongi's exact sexuality.

What if he liked women too? What if he was going to sleep with Nayeon tonight? And why was Jimin so hung up about it when he had decided to turn the leaf?

Yuta was struggling to carry all three cups so Jimin took one from him. They slowly headed to the large table and took a seat in front of them.

Yoongi smiled as Yuta handed him the punch. Jimin slowly handed the other cup to Nayeon who gracefully took it.

"No alcohol? Bummer." Yoongi murmured while taking a sip.

"Hey guys! Can we have a seat?" Jin asked excitedly.

"Well, I was actually wanting to sit over there." Namjoon said.

Jin turned to look at him and nudged him, "Don't be rude." He whispered.

"But sir I wasn't—"

"We could've sat by ourselves if you would've agreed to talk to me."

"I think our last conversation was perfectly okay."

"No it wasn't! It was—" Jin stopped talking once he noticed the rest of them staring.

Jimin was nervously drinking his fruit punch until he finished it. The awkward tension was too uncomfortable.

"Ahh, ahhh, let's sit down." Jin finally replied, a bit embarrassed.

Namjoon took a seat and glanced over at Jimin, slightly shaking his head. Jin turned towards Yoongi and Nayeon.

"So who's this beautiful lady beside you?"

She blushed and giggled a little. This was a cue for Jimin to leave. The last thing he needed was to hear what Yoongi's plans were with her after leaving.

"I'm going to get another punch. I'll be right back." He whispered to Yuta who nodded.

Jimin quickly rushed to the table and looked down at the various flavors that were being offered. Red, blue, and purple. He really thought about it before picking one. The more time he spent here, the less time he had to be at that table.

"Definitely try the purple. It's so good." Yoongi said.

Jimin jumped a little startled and clenched the cup too hard making a hole in it. Good thing it was empty. He had embattled himself enough.

"Oh. You scared me." He murmured, throwing the cup away.

"Geez. I'm always catching you off guard aren't I?"

"Pretty much. Yes." He admitted taking another cup. He poured some of the purple punch and brought it up to his lips taking a sip. He immediately regretted spitting it back in.

"That was  disgusting."

Yoongi chuckled, "Ha! I know. It's fucking shit."

"Oh so you knew it tasted like shit and still made me drink it? That's so cruel." He replied with a chuckle.

"First time I came to one of these dinners I tried it. I figured that now everyone else needs to try it too. It's only fair."

"Good point." He giggled.

Yoongi's smile slowly faded, "So are you done being mad at me?"

"I was never mad. I just needed a little space."

Yoongi nodded, "I get it. I'm sorry for everything."

"It's fine. I've done questionable things myself."

"Right like getting the sex addict to figure out information about my dead husband. Classic."

Jimin winced at his sarcasm. "Oh gosh. You know? I'm so, so, sorry! I didn't know if you were being serious or not. I shouldn't—I'm so sorry—"

"It's okay. My husband doesn't care if you're in his business. He's dead anyways."

"You're so...blunt. Doesn't it bother you to talk about his death?"

"Not really. Not when I want to. My husband and I had a very sick twist of humor. It helped me get through my grieving. I'm still not quite over it, but it's easier to talk about it now."

"I see. I'm glad it helps you. Also you're not wearing..." he pointed to his exposed chest and quiet down before ruining the mood.

"Ahh yeah. I didn't feel like showing everyone my band. Only my closest friends know about it. Well, everyone knows but if they see they'd just ask a bunch of unnecessary questions and I really don't want to deal with that tonight."

"That's completely understandable. Plus your date would probably freak out." He chuckled nervously. He pretended to look around the snack table when he had no appetite to eat at all.

"My date? Nah. She's just an intern I brought. Now Yuta and you are basically on a date." He stated picking up a cookie.

"No, he only invited me because he needed an intern to bring."

Yoongi shrugged, taking a small sip of his cup, "If you say so. Fuck, this is disgusting. I don't know why I tried it knowing this."

"We're not dating." He clarified. It was ridiculous to even think he had to explain himself to Yoongi when the friend line had clearly been marked.

"Okay. I believe you." He replied in a serious tone.

"And did you call Namjoon a sex addict?" Jimin asked randomly, thinking about it.

Yoongi snickered mischievously, " Rumors here spread fast."

"Oh gosh. He's my friend and everything, but he kind of is." He whispered with a grin.

"Trust me. I know—"

Their conversation was interrupted by the chief of surgery speaking into a microphone. Jimin looked down at his half full cup not knowing where to place it.

Yoongi took it and simply sat it down on the table next to him. "They should clean that shit up for being disgusting."

Jimin laughed as they quickly made their way back to the table. Yuta turned to him a little confused, "Where's the punch?"

"Shoot. I forgot to get one." He mumbled embarrassed.

Yuta smiled, pushing his cup towards him. Jimin gracefully took it. At the moment he hadn't heard a single word the chief of surgery had said. His mind was too busy racing.

Before he could even taste the punch, all their pagers went off in unison. The chief of surgery quickly looked at it and went into alert mode.

"Shit, shit, we have ambulances coming. Let's go! Let's go!"

"I knew it!" Yuta screamed as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Jimin's eyes widened and he relaxed once he saw that he had his scrubs underneath. As he looked around the room he noticed most of them had them underneath their clothes. Including Namjoon.

"I didn't bring my scrubs!" Jimin said in a panicky tone.

"It's okay. There's extra ones in the supply closet. Go ahead and get going. I'll bring you a pair."

"Thank you." He nodded as he rushed to the exit.

Jungkook caught up with him, "Can you believe Taehyung refused to sit at the table with you guys? It's like he was embarrassed of me!"

"I highly doubt that Jungkook. Why would he?"

"I don't know. I'm mad about it though." He murmured unbuttoning his shirt.

"Ahh! You too?"

"Duh. Didn't you?"

"No."

"I better get going to get a good case."

"Save me one!"

"Will do." He said as he rushed down the hallway.

It was very hectic and when he looked to his right he spotted Yoongi. He was removing his shirt exposing his upper body.

Jimin froze in the moment and looked at him. He tried to not be too creepy, but it was hard to keep his eyes off him. Yoongi's skin was beautiful and translucent. It was so pale, the warm green veins on his chest were easy to see.

Although he wasn't muscular, he was very fit. His abdomen was plain and had some abs poking through. His chest was pretty buff despite his smaller frame.

Yoongi smiled, making Jimin blush. When his smile vanished, he turned around and spotted Yuta approaching him.

"Looks like I'm needed stat. After you finish changing, meet me on my floor." Before leaving he quickly pecked him on the lips.

Jimin was too stunned to speak because Yuta was out of sight in seconds. Once he looked over at Yoongi he was already gone.