Bucket List [Yoonmin]

8.

Jimin finally spoke up after analyzing the situation. He had pros and cons to it and as much as the cons were outweighing the pros his heart was too big.

He cared more than he should. Even though Yoongi was a complete stranger to him, he felt the need to at least hear him out.

"Okay."

"Come on let me explain. If after hearing me you don't want to—wait what?" He asked, confused. He had prepared himself to be shut down.

"Explain. Your time is ticking."

Yoongi released a shaky breath. He started pacing around, running his fingers through his thick wavy mess of hair.

"Holy fuck. Okay, okay, give me a minute." He said trying to come up with a good argument. In all honesty, he didn't think he'd make it this far in the conversation.

Hell, he didn't even think Jimin would agree to come to his room. Not after the terrible virginity misunderstanding.

"Something tells me you didn't think your argument through."

"You don't know that. What are you a fucking mind reader? Fuck, sorry. I get a little angsty when I'm nervous. Not that I'm nervous about you. I've had plenty of men in my room before okay?"

"Sure virgin boy." Jimin murmured.

"What did—?"

"Look at that you're down to five minutes."

Yoongi felt himself panic. Time was ticking away. Slipping from his fingers and he was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even think clearly.

His mind was speeding at a hundred miles per hour. When he tried to make an argument in his head his inner voice would interrupt him and tell him otherwise.

So he ended up just saying everything that came to his mind. Unfiltered. Unrehearsed. That had gotten him in trouble plenty of times before but this was urgent.

"Okay, so here's how it is. I accidentally made my mom think I have a partner. My birthday is next week and she's hosting a dinner here at the hospital. It's a miracle my lungs are still semi working. I can't find a fake partner. I have tried to bribe my nurse friend on the pediatric floor but she won't budge. My only friend here has cystic fibrosis like me so he can't be my fake partner. My other two best friends are busy with their lives and I can't ask them to pretend to date me. Not to mention that one of them was already meant to be my so-called wife. If I fake date her it would only get our parents hopes up."

He released a shaky breath because he had been blabbing too fast, unable to take breaths in. "I know it's stupid! I know it's fucking stupid and I could just tell my mom it was a misunderstanding but I want to at least make her happy for a little bit. We can break up after a few weeks okay? I just need her to believe I found love. At least for a little while. If you have a partner you can tell them it's for a charity project. I swear it will all be fake."

Jimin didn't respond right away though the time was ticking. Trying to unpack everything that he said was a lot. He knew Yoongi was a liar but something told him he wasn't lying about this.

"So you have cystic fibrosis?"

Yoongi nodded his head slowly, "Terminal. If I don't get a lung transplant, well you know." He murmured, mimicking slicing his throat.

Jimin got up from the chair and started walking around his room. "I don't have a partner yet but I soon will."

A part of Yoongi was disappointed about this. He knew that if Jimin agreed to help him out it would only be out of pity or because he had a good heart.