My STD Coach: Yoonmin

IX

"Mom used to always leave me alone."

"Why?"

"Cause she wanted to fuck around with men."

"What about your father?"

"We..we don't talk about my father."

"Jimin," Yoongi sighs deeply and adjusts himself in his seat beside my hospital bed. "How am I supposed to help you if you don't tell me about your father?"

"He's a dick. How bout that?"

"And if your mother left you alone at such a young age, then she's a dick too?" Yoongi retorts.

"Ugh!" I scream. I feel my stomach grumble.

"Calm down. All I need you to do is tell me in depth about your childhood." Yoongi pats my bony shoulder.

"Okay. Okay."

Breath Jimin. Just tell the douche so you can relieve some stress.

"Taehyung, record." Yoongi orders.

"Yes sir." Taehyung's eyes close and a whirring sound fills the room.

"Whenever you are ready Jimin."

I take a deep breath. As soon as I'm about to speak, I feel bile rise in my throat.

"Oh god." I try to get off the bed.

"No Jimin. Just tell me, ignore the vomit." Yoongi stops me by holding me in place by my waist.

"Bitch, I can't ignore vomit!" I push Yoongi but he doesn't move.

"Why do you have to vomit everytime you think of your past?"

"Because it's disgusting! It's nasty! It makes me vomit because it was pure hell back then!" I punch his shoulder: he doesn't budge.

"Why was it hell?"

"The people I considered parents were never there for me!"

"Why not?"

"You bitch!" I punch his shoulder angrily: he doesn't budge.

"Why weren't they there for you? What'd they do to you? Who did they not protect you from?"

"Everyone!" I punch his shoulder again.

"The bullies! My Uncle! Themselves! Everyone, dammit!" Each word I scream, I throw a punch at his shoulders. He doesn't even grimace.

I sometimes wonder if he's the robot rather than Taehyung.

I cry into my hands remembering my past.

"You were bullied." Yoongi asks after a moment.

"Yes." I sniffle.

"What did your Uncle do?"

"He...he raped my mother. In front of my face and then she started sleeping around with whoever. I honestly think he made her into a prostitute so, he can fucking die and rot. I'll kill him if he-"

"Alright Jimin. Relax. What about your dad?"

"Him? Ha! He knew about it because him and my uncle made a deal. A deal for money for my mother's body. How fucking sick! And he regreted his decision and took it out on me. Then he got a hooker pregnant, divorced my mom, and left both of us to rot."

"And you doing all those simulations trying to stop me getting an STD frustrates me! Why weren't you there when my mom got aids? Why wasn't my dad there? Or my uncle! Or any of my family! Why wasn't anyone there! Why! Why! Why!" I start to squirm in bed. My screams are hysterical.

"Jimin, it's okay. It's okay."

"No it's not! Why did they leave me and my mother alone? I couldn't even pay for a funeral! That's why I hate people and I resorted to sex. Mommy actually felt happy when she came home with cum stains on her dresses, so I wondered if I could feel the same. It worked! Numbed all the pain away."

"Jimin..." Yoongi actually looks severely sympathetic.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this. Uncle said he'd kill me if I told anyone about any of this. That's why I vomit. My body tries to kill itself instead of being killed." I fall on Yoongi's shoulder and scream after I finish venting.

I repeat a mantra of "he's going to kill me" over and over again. Yoongi does everything he can to calm me down. Holds me, rocks me, tells me "it's okay", "he won't hurt you", "you're not alone".

His words finally get to me and I start to calm down.

Once I'm calm, my heavy breaths fill the room.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." I rest my sweaty forehead against Yoongi's cheek. He doesn't even flinch from my breath hitting his neck.

I wish I could be as cool, calm and collected as him.

"Taehyung, stop recording."

I look to Taehyung. His eyes open and the whirring sound stops.

"What should I save the recording as?" Taehyung asks.

"Jimin's story."

"Saving."

"Are you better now?" Yoongi looks at me.

"Yeah..I-I think so. Sorry for losing my cool."

"That's perfectly fine. Thank you Jimin for telling me your story. If you'd like, I can give you treatments on fixing your past?"

I look into Yoongi's soulless eyes. He seems quite genuine.

He holds out his hand.

"Deal?"

I hate this man but..I really want to forget about this crap or at least get passed it.

I grab his hand, which is way bigger than mine. I lost too much weight.

"Deal."

Deep story of Jimin's past :(
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