My STD Coach: Yoonmin

VIII

In one week, my life was turned upside down. All my morals and beliefs, flung right out the door. All because of Min Fuckface.

It's been three weeks since that terrible week. And I wish I could say everything is better.

I'm still very very sick. I vomit more than I eat. And I get killer nosebleeds and headaches.

Jin sent me to the doctor, and they said I'm under a turmoil of stress.

I mean, that's understandable. Especially since I have a job now, that good for nothing McDonald's, and all my emotions jambled; of course I'm stressed.

I haven't even slept with anyone, not even Jungkook. This is the longest I've ever gone without fucking.

"Hey Jimin, can you take out the trash for me?" My coworker, Rainie, asks me.

I oblige and carry the smelly greasy bag outside to the dumpster.

"Full moon tonight." I whisper to myself.

I stare at the moon glowing in the sky. It's beautiful. Unlike my shit of a life.

"See you guys tomorrow!" Raine waves to our other coworkers. Raine and I live in the same apartment complex, so we decided to walk home together.

"So Jimin, how you liking the job?" Raine asks with a bat of her eyelashes.

"It's good." I lie.

"That's good." She smiles.

I know for sure the old me would've already smashed Raine at any given opportunity. She was a good looking girl. Nice face and tight body.

But...the attraction towards her is zero to none. Honestly, the thought of sex makes me want to barf. I'm disgusted with myself for changing so much. It's all his fault.

As we walk I see a very familiar shop. An old pasty, rundown shop.

That week was one of the most eventful weeks of my life. I can never forget it. Too many things hit me at once.

But, Min Shitty was right. I'm swallowing my past. I don't want to remember but my mind is eating me alive.

"Jimin? Are you okay?" Raine gasps. "Oh my God! Your nose is bleeding!"

I touch my nose. The familiar red liquid stains my fingertips. And the next thing you know, I pass out.

"He hasn't been the same."

"Since when?"

"Since he stared those treatments. He's been so sick. And day by day he gets thinner and lonelier. You can see it in his face. It's all my fault. I just wanted him to stop his ways."

I open my eyes.

Namjoon holds a crying Jin in his arms.

"He's up." Namjoon smiles at me.

"Jimin!" Jin turns and hugs me. I have no strength to hug him back.

"What's going on man? You used to be so full of life. What'd they do to you?" Namjoon asks with all seriousness.

"They didn't do anything. He just made me think. Think real hard. And he made me remember things that I tried to forget. It's my fault I'm like this." A single tear rolls down my face.

I just realized I'm in a hospital.

"It's okay man, take it easy." Namjoon pats my head.

I'll try.

"Patient Park Jimin has thrown up for the twentieth time in just 6 hours." The nurse scribbles on her clipboard as I groan on the bathroom floor.

"Get the wheel chair."

The nurse and another female nurse hoist me into a wheelchair. Ha. I'm so light, even females can pick me up with ease.

Doctor said I lost 22 pounds. I threw up twenty two pounds? I'm amazed by myself.

As we roll down the long hallway, my head droops. It's the only heavy thing on my body really. It's incredibly sad how my life turned out to be.

As the nurses turn the corner, I see a familiar black cloak. And black hair. And a certain someone behind him.

And best of all, the police baton.

I don't know why I feel time stop once I see him. I didn't even notice the nurses stopped pushing me.

I hate him right? But why does it feel so damn good to see him again?

He slowly turns in my direction. His eyes roam my body. For the first time, I see a hint of emotion in his cool eyes: sympathy.

My hand shakes as I pull my myself up. I stagger and trip but I don't give up. I crawl towards him and trip. No matter what I do, I fall.

His face turns away from me as I drag myself on the floor.

The sheer thought of him leaving, numbs me.

"Yoongi!" I yell unconsciously.

I begin to cry. He told me I didn't have to be alone anymore. It hurts. It hurts holding it all in.

Arms embrace me. I think because I'm skinnier, the hug feels warmer than before.

"I'm here Jimin. I'm here." His voice by my ear sends a tsunami of tears down my face.

"I'm sorry!" I scream.

I really want to become a better person. That's all he wanted me to do. Become better than I am. But I was too dumb and naive to listen.

"It's okay Jimin. It's okay." Yoongi caresses my hair.

"Don't leave." I tremble as I grip his black coat.

"I won't. I'll be right here when you wake up. You're not alone anymore Jimin. You're not alone."

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