Colors [Yoonmin]

42.

"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?"