"Do you feel nervous about your test? Is that why you're so green?" A concerned Jin asked. He reached over to touch Namjoon's forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever.

Namjoon had the tendency to push himself to inhuman lengths. All because he was motivated to be the very best at what he did.

The exam had been earlier that morning and since then he hadn't spoken a word. At the moment, Namjoon looked so sick Jin thought he'd puke right then and there.

Namjoon shook his head, swallowing down the vomit that was threatening to come up. Jin panicked even more.

"What's wrong then? Are you hungry? Was it that sandwich I made you? I knew that lettuce looked fucked up!"

"No, no. It's not that." He finally managed to say.

Jim sighed relieved, "Good. You're speaking. So it is the exam?"

"No. It's not the exam, trust me. I know I nailed it."

"Then what is it?"

Namjoon looked up at Jin and took deep breaths. The nauseating feeling kicked in again. How come one of the biggest exams of his life didn't make him as nervous as what he was about to do?

"I want you to come with me for Christmas."

"Okay go where?"

"To my apartment. I would like for you to stay with me for Christmas and possibly New Year's."

"Oh. You want me to...stay with you?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes and I want you to be—will you be—?" He put his hand on his mouth and closed his eyes briefly. "Mine." He whispered still with his eyes closed.

Jin's eyes widened, "What? Can you repeat that? I-I didn't quite hear you? It sounded like you said..." he laughed a little nervously. There was no way Namjoon was asking him this.

"Be mine." He gritted through his teeth. The blush in his face spread further down his neck.

Jin blushed bashfully, "I thought you weren't that type of guy."

"Is that a yes? If you reject me I will be forced to move town and change my identity and therefore throw away my whole career. So think about it before making any abrupt choices."

"Of course it's a yes!" Jin excitedly replied.

Namjoon felt like he could breathe again. The nauseating feeling was slowly subsiding and his heart rate was finally back to normal.

"I don't know how to be romantic. I've literally never dated anyone before. I've never wanted to until you. Just so you know I might throw up a little in my mouth when I try to be sweet to you. It's not that I don't feel it, I just don't know how to say it without cringing."

Jin chuckled, pulling in for a kiss. "Please don't throw up in my mouth." He murmured against his lips.

Namjoon smiled, "I will try not to."

•••

"What are you doing for Christmas?" Yoongi wondered.

"Work. What else can I do?" Jimin chuckled.

He rolled his eyes, "Smart ass."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"Work." He snickered as he attempted to fold his scrubs.

"See, that's all we can do. No, no, don't fold it like that. Look, you lay it flat on the bed and then fold the sides like this." Jimin instructed.

Yoongi nodded with a yawn, "I mean I don't see the point of doing it all neatly. I'm going to unfold them either way. Plus, all my scrubs are all black and you can't even see the wrinkles on them."

"It does not matter. You should still fold them neatly." He said sticking his tongue out and lightly biting it really concentrating on his task.

Yoongi smiled at Jimin's innocence. How come he had been in denial for so long? All the wasted time he could've been by his side. What a shame.

"Ta-da!" He screamed once he finished.

Yoongi looked down at his folded pair of scrubs and he raised his eyebrows, "Wow. That is professional folding."

"Don't exaggerate. It's no big deal."

Yoongi then helped him fold—to the best of his abilities—and soon they were done. Jimin laid down and sighed staring up at the ceiling. He reached to the bed stand beside him and grabbed the bag of jelly beans.

"You really are worried about that residency exam huh?"

"How can I not?"

"Well, you told me that you felt confident about it. When you were done you were very happy and felt good about it."

"Yes, at first I did. Now that the hours have passed my anxiety has gotten the best of me. I'm doubting whether I really did the best I could. What if I fail the exam by one point? How do I emotionally recover from that? I haven't even had my first solo surgery and I probably never will." Jimin's eyes kept widening as he said these words. He grabbed another handful of jelly beans and put them in his mouth.

"Jimin, you know what I have learned about anxiety?"

"What?" He asked, turning towards him.

"That the thought of a lion does not make it a lion. Just because you are thinking it, it does not make it real. As strange as this sounds, the only obstacle to get rid of your anxiety is you. You yourself are the cure. It has taken me years to realize that. Now that I've accepted that I cannot control everything I'm much happier. Whether you pass your exam or not, I will still be here. Don't worry about the things that have not happened yet."

Jimin pouted, reaching over to entangle himself on Yoongi. He buried his face on his neck and continued chewing his candy until he swallowed it.

"You calm me down. So much." He whispered, pecking his neck. "You bring me so much peace."

Yoongi smiled, "You bring me peace too. So, are you going to try to not worry about it?"

"Yeah, I'll try my very best. No promises though."

"Good, good, because eating all those jelly beans should be illegal."

Jimin chuckled playfully smacking his back. "Shut up. Don't pick on me."

"You know it's true."

"You know it's okay to feel anxiety. Just accept the feeling as uncomfortable as it is. It will pass."

"Okay thank you for not thinking I'm insane."

"Please, thank you for not thinking I'm insane."

Jimin grew a little serious. He pecked Yoongi's neck once again as he traced circles on his back. He looked down and admired the contrast of the black t-shirt against his pale skin.

"Yoongi?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to wear black for the rest of your life?"

"I don't know. Probably."

"Do you feel obligated to wear it because of your husband?"

"No. I mean, at first I wore it as a sign of grief. Then I grew comfortable with it. I don't think I would feel the same in any other color."

"So does that mean you don't like my yellow?"

Yoongi smiled, kissing the top of his head, "Not at all. I love it. Only on you though."

"Good. Oh, and one more thing Yoongi. I want you to be my boyfriend and for you to move in with me."

"You what?" Yoongi asked, a little panicked.

"Yeah, I mean we basically live with each other now. What's the point of paying double rent?"

"You want me to move in with you?" He rephrased, still a little shocked.

Jimin got up and he reached over to touch his chin, "Don't worry. I'm in no rush. I just thought I'd put it out there just in case you wanted to."

Yoongi kept quiet, feeling a blush paint his pale face. He opened his mouth to say something but Jimin kissed his lips before he could.

"Don't give me an answer yet. We have an eternity, remember?"