Yoongi had his earphones in bopping his head to the music. He tapped his fingers on his thighs and closed his eyes.

He smiled as an image of Jimin lingered his mind. It seemed like everything he listened to nowadays reminded him of Jimin.

"You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much." He sung out loud. The patients in the waiting room looked at him as he obnoxiously sang.

"Or you'll be le—"

A patient tapped his shoulder and he removed his earbuds and looked at him annoyed. If he had then in that should be a 'do-not-disturb-me-or-you'll-get-kicked-in-the-face sign.'

"Can I help you?"

"Your music is too loud, this is not a karaoke room, and the nurse is calling you."

Yoongi was mimicking him until the last part. He looked at the door where he saw Jimin standing with a smile.

"Shit." He replied as he got up and ran to the door. He dropped his phone and his earbud cord got all tangled up. It got disconnected and the song started playing out loud.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He said attempting to pause it. His finger was so sweaty it didn't recognize his print. At this point, Yoongi was beyond anxious.

Not that he gave a fuck about what everyone else thought. He only cared about getting embarrassed in front of Jimin.

He battled his phone for 2.5 seconds and after that he decided it to throw it behind the door. Jimin moved his head to the side surprised.

The phone bounced on the wall and onto the floor shutting it off. "I wasn't going to hit you, I promise. My aim is pretty good. I play basketball."

"Your phone..." Jimin said trying to not laugh.

"It finally shut up." Yoongi grinned. "Okay, come on in so you can get it." Jimin said allowing him to get by.

As soon as the door closed behind Jimin laughed. "I'm so sorry. I don't mean to laugh it's just that I've never seen someone actually throw their phone to cut the music off."

"This little shit didn't recognize my fingerprint. It's suppose to be a smart phone and it didn't recognize it!" Yoongi argued in disbelief.

"Is it cracked?"

He picked it up and shook his head, "Nah. I got this bullet proof phone case."

"I don't think those exist. Isn't it called a otterbox phone case?"

"The guy selling it to me literally said it was bulletproof. That mother fucker lied."

Once again, Jimin was laughing. He had to cover his mouth. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for laughing!" He said in between giggles.

"Don't worry. Go ahead and laugh, please. It makes me happy too."

"Good! I'm glad you're not a grouchy patient. I enjoy you coming in. Not that I enjoy your medical concerns. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"I totally get it. You want me to step on the scale, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright. We're good. Let's go to a room."

Yoongi smirked looking down at the ground. His words could easily be taken out of context. "Okay. You command, I do."

He followed him into a room and took a seat on the chair. Jimin closed the door and smiled. "So, you're here for your two week follow up, correct?"

"Correct."

"Did the medications he prescribed seem to help you? I know it might be a little too early to tell a difference."

"Oh, no, they've worked great. They're the same medications that I was taking either way. I can definitely tell the difference. I'm less panicky about everything and my OCD has been a little better. I still freak out when I see something crooked or out of place, but hey, small steps at a time."

"I like your way of thinking."

And I like you.

"Also, I saw in your medical records that you have asthma too. Is that, right?"

Yoongi sighed rolling his eyes, "Yeah, man. I got anxiety, OCD, and to top it off I'm a fucking asthmatic. I'm broken everywhere."

"We are all broken people in a way."

"Wow. Be my therapist please."

"Unfortunately, I don't have that degree. I will need a lot more school for that."

"Let me call the medical board association or whatever the fuck they're called. I will demand for them to give you a degree."

"Oh man, I wish it were that easy. Tell them to go ahead and give me a doctorate degree."

"I gotchu." Yoongi reassured.

"Cool! So, do you have inhalers? Do you need the doctor to prescribe you some? Do you use a nebulizer?"

"Yes. I do. I only use the nebulizer whenever I have a bad asthma attack. I need a refill on the albuterol."

Jimin wrote down his statement and nodded. "Okay! Got it! On the other note, how is your tummy ache?"

"Ehh. I got chest pain now." He breathed holding his chest.

"Are you having shortness of breath? Weird palpitations? I will bring the ECG machine right—"

"No! No! Hold on. I'm sorry! I was being figurative. I keep forgetting that I'm talking to a nurse. I wasn't being literal. I'm so sorry."

Jimin was now the one with his hand against his chest. He was very relieved at the moment. "I'm glad it wasn't literal. It's okay, just try to be a little more specific next time. Why're you hurting?"

"I'm heartbroken and I got a booboo." He poured bringing his hand up and exposing the bandaid.

"Oh no! What happened?"

"Well, I think my lover has someone already and then I slammed my hand on a plastic fork. Not intentionally, I don't want you to think I'm a psycho."

"I'm sorry that happened. You were so excited."

"I know man. Shit happens. I made a list to make them fall in love with me."

"So? Why don't you try it out?"

"Well, I cried a lot. I know, I'm a little bitch. Anyways, after I cried and ate a shit of of marshmallows and chocolate I made a list. While doing it, I thought about it. I should respect their decision. If they're happy then I should be happy for them."

"That's very mature of you, Yoongi. You're happy because they are and that's what love is about."

"Oh no, fuck no, I'm not happy because of that. Like, I'm okay with it, but I'm not happy. I'm heartbroken at the moment."

"You can always try to go after them. It's all fair in love."

"I don't think I'm their type..."

"How do you know?"

Yoongi snorted, "Well," he put his hands out on his chest and cupped his hands to imitate breasts. He quickly put his hand down and groaned. "Let's just say that their partner has something I don't."

"That sucks. I'm sure that list is great."

"You can read it if you want."

"Really?"

"Mhmm."

Jimin glanced at his watch, "Okay. I guess I can read a few of the reasons before I head out."

Yoongi pulled out the folded paper from his pocket and handed it to him. Jimin opened it and read the title.

'Reasons to ——- heart.'

"I see you regretted putting their name here. You scribbled it out."

"Yeah, I can't leave evidence behind. What if I misplace that paper and someone finds it and they know my person and then they use these reasons to get to their heart? That would be some bullshit."

"Do you always think of the worst?" Jimin chuckled as his eyes traveled down the list.

"Yes. I have to prepare myself for the worst case scenarios."

1. watch the stars
2. roller skate (even though im uncoordinated as shit)
3. watch every marvel movie
4. start a new tv series
5. take lots of pictures (mostly of them)
6. try strawberry-banana pancakes (ive never had them)
7. watch anime shows
8. try every cheeto flavor (ever)
9. never spoil a movie ending (it'll be hard)

Jimin smiled and looked up, "These are so cute. What do you mean by number nine?"

"I tend to spoil movie and tv show endings for myself. Everyone hates that, but me being the paranoid bitch that I am, I have to know the ending. Like, if the main character is going to die or if the best friend is going to back stab them I need to know that shit. I want to be prepared to be sad or to be angry. My last partner got so annoyed with me because I would spoil movie endings by accident. But, for my crush I'm willing to change that."

"That's adorable. You're adorable. If I can say-"

Jimin's watch vibrated and a text from Jin appeared. 'is he holding you hostage? doc is fixing to be done with room 4. 😵'

"Shoot. Let me go put you in the system so the doctor can come to see you, okay? We will continue this later." He handed him back the sheet and excused himself out of the room.

It seemed like time flew with Yoongi.

•••

"You're good to go! He wants to see you back in two weeks!" Jimin smiled.

"Cool! I'll be here for sure!"

"Also, I was going to tell you that you don't have to change for anyone. If you want to continue to spoil endings for yourself keep on."

"You don't understand. He's worth it. I will change in a heartbeat. If you could see them through my eyes you would understand. A fraction of their beauty couldn't be described in words."

"Wow. They must be amazing for you to express yourself like that."

"Oh, believe me, they are."

"I'll see you in two weeks. I hope everything turns out good for you. I'm rooting for you." He grinned.

Yoongi smiled in return, "That means a lot coming from you." He waved goodbye as he walked backwards.

"Shit, shit, I gotta stop bumping into the trash can." He said quickly grabbing it.

"Maybe that trash can needs to be moved." Jimin giggled.

"Maybe. I'll see you around!" He then sprinted down the hall like a little kid.

Jimin didn't realize it then, but this was the start of something beautiful.