My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XI

This is uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable.

Yoongi stares at me long and hard. If he could show one noticable expression on his face, maybe I could get a hunch on what he's thinking.

I tug on the loose fabric hanging from my oversized jacket.

The two of us just finished dinner and now we're practically having a staring contest. He's most definitely winning.

"What is it? Why are you..." I begin.

Yoongi sighs then speaks.

"Were my treatments really that bad?"

His treatments? Oh yeah! The shit that got me into this mess?

"Terrible." I scoff.

"You're just saying that. Honestly Jimin, were they really terrible? They didn't help you? They didn't make you think?" He scratches his chin.

"Oh they made me think. Think too much." I'm reminded of the day I spent with Yuki. The girl who resembled me: alone, lost, and scared.

"They weren't terrible. It was scarring. I opened up wounds that you've kept closed, and now, I'll seal them and make your wounds heal." In less than a second, a ghost of smile a lightens his face. "I need to get Taehyung."

His slippers slap against the cool marble floor as he walks to the basement. I watch his back as he goes down the stairs.

Scarring? Make my wounds fade away?

Placing my hand over my heart, I remember my childhood. My disgusting uncle and my beautiful mother, my terrible father, my neverending lonliness. I still feel empty but somehow, Yoonfuck makes me feel a little warmer. He gives me hope...

"Gross!" I slap my cheek forcefully. Min Fuckface making me feel warmer? Disgusting!

"Mr. Jimin? Park Jimin? Please wake up." A hard, heavy hand rests on my shoulder.

"Five more minutes." I grumble as I bore my face into my pillow.

"You said that five minutes ago. It's time for you to indulge in the breakfast."

"Taehyung, just drag him out."

My body, involuntarily, rises from the bed. With strong hard arms latched underneath my arms, I'm dragged from my bedroom to the kitchen.

"You damn robot." I rub my aching neck. "You didn't have to drag me literally."

"My apologies." Taehyung bows, his body whirring loudly from the movement.

"How did you sleep?" Yoongi asks as he sits across from me at the wooden dining table.

"Eh. Okay." I shrug. I stab my fork into a sausage link.

"Today, we're going to go out. Eat quickly then get dressed." Yoongi informs me and leaves the kitchen with his coffee cup in hand.

Going out huh? One of his lessons again, I bet.

I eat my food quickly and throw on the best clothes I can find, a black sweater and some ripped jeans. The two of us drive to the city, back to the damn mall where I met Yuki.

"Why are we here?" I stare in disgust at the people walking in the vast mall.

"Let's revisit my last treatment." Yoongi smacks his police baton on the floor. "You met Yuki in this same spot, right?" I stare at the familiar pillar, where she walked up to me crying.

"Tell me Jimin." Yoongi looks into my eyes. I'm sure mine are shaking under his intimidating gaze. "What made you so angry with me? Something happened that day, something that only you yourself knows."