My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XII

"Jimin."

"Leave me alone, fucker." I grab my mango smoothie and drink the sweet liquid.

I hate him. Min Yoongi: asshole therapist.

"Don't be mad." He taps his fingers on the table. The two of us are eating at the food court in the mall.

After I cried my eyes out, I ran out of the store but unfortunately, Yoongi caught up to me. I made him buy me sunglasses because my eyes are beyond swollen. Now, I'm drinking a smoothie when winter is just around the corner.

"You really are in denial." Yoongi shakes his head.

"I'm not in denial. I'm just mad."

"You're not mad, you're just embarrassed about the truth."

"Fuck you!" My cup slams down on the table. "Fuck you, you asshole. You think you know everything about me, you think you're helping. Well, guess what? You're not! You're making my life ten times unbearable!" I ignore the stares we receive from the other shoppers in the mall.

"How?" Yoongi doesn't budge. His face as stoic as ever.

"Because...because..." Shit! I don't know!

"Exactly. Calm down Jimin. There's no need to be this upset."

"Can we go home? I'm done with this stupid lesson." I slump in my seat.

Yoongi and I head home. The drive is silent and tense. I stare out the window the entire time.

"Quit pouting." Yoongi glances at me as he drives. "Just accept it. Accept how broken you are."

"Shut up."

Yoongi sighs as he turns into the driveway. Quickly, I try to exit the car but Minfuckface locks the door.

"Unlock the damn door." I glare at him.

"No. Not until you're less angry."

"Then, we're gonna be here for a while." I cross my arms, defiantly.

"You have to accept it." Yoongi doesn't give up.

"Why do I have to accept it? Why do I have to accept this?" I grab the fluffy bear from the backseat.

"You have to accept your reality. If you don't, then I can't help you. You have to accept it in order to get rid of it."

Accept it to get rid of it? I have to accept my shitty past to get rid of my shitty past?

Now that I think about it, I've never accepted my past. I've always thought that it was worthless to remember the lonely, painful days. But to Min Dummy, I need to remember those days.

I need to become stronger. If I don't accept it, I can't become stronger.

"I..." I look away from his intense gaze. I squeeze the bear, Mochi, in my lap.

"I accept it."

"Define it?"

"My past! I accept my past, dammit!" I glare out the window.

I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder. Turning my head, I see Min fucking Yoongi smiling. It's a soft, warm smile.

"I'm glad. Come on, let's go inside." He unlocks the car and we both head into the shithold called a house.

"Seriously though," I look around the depreciated house that hides a much more extravagant house. "How did you build a house in a house? It's kind of like Anne Frank's little house."

"Indeed it is. Sort of." He rests his hand on the dusty counter. "You can say I'm a genius." He smirks.

Oh really? You built a freaking talking, walking robot that looks absolutely human! Like I didn't know you were a genius.