My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XIV

I freaking hate couples. They're so annoying and clingy.

This entire dinner makes me want to kill myself. They're so damn annoying!

"And one time," Eumi chuckles as she relives the story she's about to tell. "Jae left me at the airport once. It was so crowded and hectic, we got separated."

"I was so scared. I thought you left me. The love of my life." Jaekyun kisses his wife's cheek.

"I'll never leave you, Jae. Never, my love." They hug each other and kiss for the thousandth time.

"For God's sake." I avert my gaze.

"If I may ask, what are your views about sex?" Yoongi speaks for the first time in a while.

If I were a dog, my ears would perk up with excitement.

Eumi and her husband blush.

"Uh well." She fans herself as her face turns bright red.

"It's for pleasure and only pleasure." I answer for them.

"Jimin, did I ask you?" Yoongi glances at me. I can hint a bit of anger in his stare.

"Didn't have to ask me. I just gave you my honest opinion."

"It's only for pleasure?" Yoongi bites back.

"Yup. The only thing."

"I'd have to disagree." Eumi interrupts our feud. "Sex is more than just pleasure. It's more of a romantic thing. When you have sex with someone you love, it's more than just pleasure. Your opening yourself to that person to say you're giving them your all."

I laugh. The bullshit I'm hearing!

"If you see sex as only pleasure than you're no different than a wild snake. You hunt for supper but you don't seek for a fitting meal. Just enough for you to survive." Eumi closes her eyes and smiles.

"It's all about the love!" Her dreamy eyes stare into her husband's loving eyes.

Fuck this. I stand abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as I storm out of the restaurant.

"Jimin! Stop running." Yoongi confronts me as I fume in front of his car.

"Sex is sex, okay? Yeah, you can catch STDS and shit but sex doesn't involve that love nonsense. It's just sex."

"To you it is." Yoongi responds.

"What do you mean, to me? There are plenty of people just like me in this world."

"That's why I plan to change you. You don't have to be like them."

"Maybe I want to! Eumi and her husband are happy as shit! They probably shit flowers and rainbows!"

"Jimin, calm down." Yoongi approaches me.

"No! You stay the hell away. I'm pissed!" I kick his car, a dent forms on the old battered car.

"Why are you mad?"

"Because...because!" I struggle to accept what my mind is thinking.

"Because I'm jealous." I don't know why I always cry around this bastard.

I am jealous. Their love for each other, I want that. Well, not exactly but, I want to feel love and be loved. I want someone to hug me, kiss me, be there for me all the time.

Yoongi pulls me into a hug. I breath in his unique scent of shampoo, soap and faint cologne.

"You accepted it. Well done, Jimin. Well done." He rubs my back.

"I really hate you."

He breaks the hug and looks me directly in my eyes.

"No, you don't." He wipes my tears with his hand.

I don't hate him. My feelings towards him are very complicated. I don't hate him, nor do I like him. He's just somebody neutral in my heart.

My eyes catch his lips as he smiles reassuringly. They look kissable and warm. Slowly, my face moves towards his but he puts his hand on my mouth.

"Ah ah Jimin. I saw you checking me out this morning. You never learn." He shakes his head.

"Oh come on! I haven't done anything for months! My hormones are wild!" I protest.

"Let's keep it that way. Get in." He opens the car door for me.

Pouting, I get in the car and sit in the passenger seat.

Yoongi gets in and starts the car. We start the long drive home. Who told him to live 2 hours away from civilization?

"What are you anyway?" I ask after we drive in silence for a while.

"What do you mean?" He keeps his eyes on the road.

"Straight? Gay? Bi? Pansexual? Asexual? Which one?" I ask. "Let me guess, asexual?"

He chuckles.

"No, I'm not asexual and I don't necessarily have a preference."

"Who would you want to fuck more: a boy or a girl?" I ask Yoongi.

"Language." He glances at me sternly. "And I already told you I don't have a preference."

"Okay. Top or bottom?"

"Jimin."

"It's just a question." I laugh at his irritation.

"Top." He answers as he turns on the exit.

"I figured. I can't really see you on the bottom. You're too stone faced."

"You must not care what position you are. Sex is sex, right?"

"Ha! I consider myself a top. I'll never take anything inside." I scoff. The thought makes me shiver.

"Hypocrite."

"How so?" I press, resting my head on the dashboard of the car.

"Sex is only for pleasure you say. Yet, you won't change a position in order to please yourself."

"That's...I...shut up! I'll never be a bottom." Crossing my arms, I glare out of the window. Car lights illuminate the dark roads of the highway as the car drives through the night.

"Exactly."

The car fills with silence. Turning my head, I stare at Yoongi's side profile. His dark hair bounces as the car rocks from the uneven road. His veiny hands grip the steering wheel tightly.

"What is it?" His deep voice rumbles as he notices my gaze.

"You wanna fuck?" I ask boldly.

Yoongi's grip on the steering wheel tightens. The car comes to a halt as we sit in front of a stoplight.

"I won't be a bottom." He looks me straight in the eyes.

"Neither will I." I stare back defiantly.

"Then there shall be no sexual activities between us." He turns back to the road.

"Oh really..." I stare back out the window.

Sexual tension builds as we continue to drive. It sucks how we're not going to be home for another hour.

Min Yoongi is an annoying bastard. I can't stand his therapy and his weird treatments. But, there's something about him. I can't stand him yet I feel wrong when he's not around.

Add the fact that I'm slowly becoming attracted to him, how I feel right now is resolute.

Reaching my hand over, I grab his thigh. His hand shoots down and grips my wrist.

"Jimin." He gives me a warning gaze.

"Just a little bit. Let's just play for a little bit."

Jimin is a horny boi(;
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