My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XIII

Taehyung's been down for a week and I'm pretty sad. He was a great butler.

Since that fiasco at the mall, Yoongi has put a halt on my treatment. He told me it's a "mental break" and it's much needed for true recovery.

I don't care what it is! I don't have to do anything! Yeah!

"Get a job. Lazy ass."

I look up from the couch to see Namjoon. I'm sprawled on the couch with a large, oversized black sweater and some black sweats.

"Hey Joon." I follow him as he walks downstairs to the basement.

"You look way better than before. I'm glad. Jin was worried about you, I can tell him some good news." Namjoon pats me head.

We greet Yoongi who's working on Taehyung. Taehyung's lifeless body lays on a cool, metal table. His chest opened with wires and mechanical stuff that I don't know, exposed.

Yoongi wipes sweat off of his face. He uses his white shirt under a unbuttoned yellow plaid shirt to wipe his sweat. The sight of his pale abs grabbing my full attention. I would've never thunk!

"Jimin." Yoongi snaps his fingers, I jump. "My eyes are up here." He points a wench at me.

"I-I know." I huff. I totally wasn't checking him out.

"What's wrong with him?" Namjoon asks Yoongi.

"His computer is malfunctioning and his calibrations are all messed up. Sensors are broken too." Yoongi rambles on about some more scientific junk that I don't understand at all.

"Damn." Namjoon rubs his chin. "Let me see him run."

Yoongi closes Taehyung's chest. They both get Taehyung up on his feet and turn him on.

"All systems are online." Taehyung's eyes glow blue.

"I fixed the humming and vibrations." Yoongi comments.

"Error in online system. GPS failed. Calibrations require resetting. Cannot connect to wi-fi. Error. E-E-E-Error. Battery percent, 10%. E-E-E-E-E-Error." Namjoon, Yoongi and I stare at the glitching robot. Taehyung's head twitches left and right, his eyes turning blue, brown and even red.

I'm a little scared.

"E-E-E-E-" Namjoon shuts Taehyung off.

The robot's body rattles until its eyes return to its lifelessness.

"We gotta fix him from the bottom to the top. Unfortunately." Namjoon announces examining Taehyung.

"Yeah, I know." The clunk of the wrench that was in Yoongi's hand rings in my ear.

"No more Tae?!" I ask, shocked.

"Not necessarily. Not a physical form but I'll install his system into the house's sysyem. He'll be everywhere, just without a body."

Good. He was so handy to have around.

After that, the three of us go back upstairs to the living room. I grab Mochi off of the couch and hug him.

"You're a child now?" Namjoon stares at me confused.

"Hell no. I just...like this bear."

Mochi is me. I am Mochi. Remembering the sticky notes plastered on its body, this bear bears my own mentality. It shows how broken I am and how much help I do need.

"Came from your store?" Namjoon turns to Yoongi who's drinking a glass of water.

"Yeah." He responds.

Wait. Wait a minute.

"You own that bear store?" I ask.

"I own the entire mall." Yoongi answers nonchalantly.

This bitch is rich! And his shop was a damn dump for no reason!

"Where do you think we got the expenses to build Taehyung? Yoongi's father was quite wealthy."

For 30 minutes, Namjoon and Yoongi inform me about Yoongi's rich childhood and how influential his father was.

After a while, Namjoon leaves for a date with Jin.

"We have an appointment as well. Let's go." Yoongi grabs his police baton resting on the kitchen table and taps my shoulder.

"Like this?" I look down at my lazy clothes.

"Yeah. Come on."

The place we go to is a high class restaurant. And me and him are severely under dressed.

"Really?" I glare at Yoongi.

"What? We're only getting lunch. Come along." He pushes my back making me go towards the restaurant.

We enter the five-star restaurant and I'm shook with awe. Golden chandeliers, pure white tablecloths on round tables, freshly polished wine glasses and plates. This is too fancy!

"Let's go Yoongi. We'll stand out too much." I tug on his shirt.

"No." He grabs my arm and with unimaginable strength, he pulls me to a table.

A brown-haired couple, a man with a little stubble and a sharp jawline holding hands with a woman who's eyes are too tiny and her face is beautifully small, smiling brightly at the two of us.

"Yoongi! You must be Jimin!" They shoot out of their seats. They both grab me and kiss both of my cheeks then, they hug me.

"You're so handsome!" The woman pats my cheek.

"But darling? What about me?" The man looks at her sadly.

"Oh no, Jae! You'll always be the handsomest man for me." She cups his cheeks and kisses him gently.

My face turns from disgust.

"You're jealous of lovey dovey couples." Yoongi whispers low enough for only me to hear.

That's what this is! Treatment? Fuck! This is the worst one yet!

"Have a seat. Have a seat." The couple tell us to sit down. Yoongi and I sit next to each other.

"My name is Eumi and this is my wonderful husband, Jaekyun. He grew up in America." Eumi smiles at her husband lovingly. Disgusting.

"So Jimin!" Eumi calls my name. "How is everything going? Yoongi tells me you're going through therapy."

"Before I answer you, what relation do you have with Yoongi?" My curiosity gets the better of me.

"We're his friends." Jaekyun answers. "The Choi's!" They both cheer while clasping their hands together. Then, they kiss passionately.

"Can I talk with you? Privately?" I turn to Yoongi who has a nonchalant smile.

"Excuse us." Yoongi rises from the table, I follow him.

"What the hell is this?" I begin to yell once we exit the building through the emergency exit.

"A lesson. Conquer your jealousy."

Conquer this. Conquer that! I can't stand his lessons!

I grab the collar of his plaid shirt, bringing our faces centimeters apart.

"Why do you always do this?" I growl.

"You can't get better unless you conquer your weaknesses. I told you already."

"It may be irritating and annoying. But, you have to do this. You want to get better, right?" He removes my hands from his collar.

"Yeah, I do." I give in.

"I know you do." He smiles briefly. He steps away and rests his hand on my lower back.

"Let's go back inside and get rid of that jealousy of yours." He pushes towards the door.

"Yeah, I guess."

Conquer thy jealousy~lol
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