My STD Coach: Yoonmin

VII

"Jimin buddy? You okay?"

I groan. Where am I?

I open my eyes to find Jin peering down at me.

"Ah Jiminie. Are you okay?" Jin runs his hand through my hair.

Am I okay? How'd I even get home? The last thing I remember is..

I sit up.

"Woah! You all right?" Jin looks at me concerned.

"How did I get here?"

"Yoongi brought you home. He carried you in which, I'm surprised he has the muscle to do that. He told me to let you rest for today."

I must've blacked out after crying. Gross. I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I let that fucker witness it.

"He didn't tell me what happened though. What happened Jimin? Why are your eyes so puffy? Were you crying?" Jin gasps.

I roll my eyes and stagger out of bed.

"Jimin?"

I stumble to the bathroom. I don't feel good. I think all of the pent up emotions that I've held back for so long is becoming active.

I reach the toilet and throw up everything that I ate the day before, including one of the churros I ate with Yuki.

"Jimin! Are you sick? We need to go to the hospital?!" Jin grabs his phone.

"I'm fine. I just need to rest." I stand up but then I sit back down.

"What happened yesterday?" Jin asks again.

I feel the bile in my throat. I heave over the toilet and throw my stomach out.

"Jimin! What'd they do to you? Did you eat something wrong?"

I can't answer him. I retech into the toilet. My vomit eats my words alive. Just how my actions eat my truth alive.

Just how I've been going around masking my pain by sleeping around with others. It all has it's consequences.

"I'm calling the hospital." Jin announces.

"No-ugh!" Once again, I barf. I don't think I have anything else to throw up.

"I have to do something!" Jin is frantic and scared.

"Call...call.." I can't believe I'm about to say this. I rest my face on the toilet seat.

"Call Yoongi. He's all I need right now."

"Jimin you have to eat." Jin pouts as I stare at the bowl of soup.

"I have no appetite. Sorry Jin."

Jin sighs and puts the bowl of soup on my nightstand.

"Man, I haven't seen you this sick in a while."

"Me too." I curl up under my blanket. I feel terrible.

The doorbell dings.

"Oh Thank goodness! I think he's here!" Jin runs out my room.

Silence. I love and hate silence. I love it because that means I'm alone. I hate it because that means I'm alone.

I hear footsteps lead to my room. Under the blanket I can only see a silhouette of people. I told Jin to call him but now I regret it.

My blanket gets gently tugged from my face. I look up at Min Yoongi, the bastard who's ruined my life.

He undyed his hair. Now his hair is black like his soul.

"Good morning Mr. Park." Yoongi grabs the chair by my desk and seats it in front of my bed.

"He's not doing too well. He keeps vomiting and he won't eat. I'm scared." Jin explains.

"I believe he's scared too. But I think he's keeping his past to himself and his body can't take it anymore."

The damn punk. Hearing the word past causes me to spring out of bed and rush to the bathroom.

My retching is the only thing heard in the apartment. I scream after I finish. It's frustrating how he always hits the bullseye.

"Mr. Kim, I think it would be excellent to buy some fresh ingredients for a new recipe of soup: My mother's recipe. Taehyung, go on with Mr. Kim to fetch the ingredients." Yoongi hands Jin his credit card.

"Yes master." Taehyung nods.

"I'll be back Jimin!" Jin glances at me with unsteady eyes.

"God no. Don't leave me with this bas-" Before I can finish my thought, my stomach empties inside of the toilet once again.

I collapse on the floor, my body too weak to support itself.

"Aish." Yoongi steps towards me and grabs my chin. He wipes my mouth gently with his white handkerchief.

"Jimin, you need to open up. You keep swallowing your past, keeping everything inside isn't the greatest idea. I'm seriously trying to help you." Yoongi looks at me concerned. I'm going to ignore the fact that he said my first name.

"Shut up. I don't need your help." My voice is weak and hoarse.

"Yes yo-"

"No! No I don't! Ever since you came into my life, my life has been shit! Complete and utter bullshit! You Min Fuckface trying to fix me is only making me worst. After all this shit, guess what I'm going to continue doing? I'm gonna fuck! I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want to do!" I scream so vigorously, I feel my veins bulge in my neck.

As I catch my breath from my angry rant, Yoongi only stares. His eyes never show any emotion, his tone never changes from monotone, and he always is so polite.

After a long silence he finally speaks:

"Okay."

All he says is okay? Okay?

"Okay?" I glare at him.

"If it's been that bad for you, than we can stop treatments. I'll refund Jin's money back and you can go on with your normal life. I'm sorry if my treatments were a burden." Yoongi stands up and helps me up.

"But, just for today, I'll help you retaliate. You're too sick for your own good." Yoongi leads me back to my room.

"I don't need you here." I groan once he rests me on top of my bed.

"All right. I'll just make the soup and I'll be on my way." Yoongi begins to leave my bedroom.

"I thought you didn't have ingredients."

"I lied. Just needed to seperate you from others. And look what's happened? You've finally gotten one thing off your chest." Yoongi disappears out of my room.

I can't believe it. He actually accepted my disdain for his job. I thought he would've persisted to continue treatments. Oh well, good riddance Min Yoongi.

In an hour, Yoongi finishes the soup he made. I hestaited to eat it. He said it was fine if I didn't eat it, but it would help with digestion.

Jin and Taehyung came back soon after that, and Yoongi and his mechanical friend, left afterwards.

"Jimin, why'd you do that? You just let such good help go?" Jin pouts as he enters my room with reheated soup that Yoongi made.

"Yeah whatever. The reason I'm sick is all his fault." I grab the hot bowl, I grimace in pain from my burned fingertips.

"I'd agrue that but you're unwell. Call me when you finish." Jin walks out of my room.

I stare at my reflection in the red soup. I look terrible.

I eat the entire bowl of soup and I vomited no more that night, and to add on to that fact,

That was the best soup I've ever had.

Poor Jimin
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