My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XVII

Holy shit.

I never knew that aids was such a common disease. I mean, around the people that Yoongi knows.

"Calibrating. Calibrating." Taehyung's  body hums as he slowly sets down a glass on the table.

"Good job, Taehyung." Yoongi nods his head and writes on a clipboard.

"Thank you, Master Yoongi." Taehyung bows.

Taehyung is slowly getting back into the groove. I missed the hunk of metal. He's a good bitch to boss around.

Hugging Mochi close to my chest, I watch Yoongi testing Taehyung from the couch.

I've never been one for stuffed animals but Mochi is special. He's really special. Has to be the first meaningful gift I've ever received in my life.

"What color is the fridge?" Yoongi points to the fridge in the kitchen.

"The refrigerator is a pristine silver gray. Made from stainless steel and..." My brain trails off as he explains the creation of a freaking fridge!

"Well done. Stand by mode, please."

"Activating stand by mode." Taehyung's eyes close and its head drops to the side.

"Cool." I stare at the straight back of Taehyung. It doesn't move a muscle at all.

"Jimin. Go get dressed." Yoongi nods his head to the stairs.

"Whyyy? Where are we going now?" I groan. Living with Yoongi, I've gone out more than my 24 years of life added up.

"Remember? You're going to Yuki's house." Yoongi grabs a shirt off of the counter. It's a black button-up with a chest pocket.

"Me? Not we are?" I stand.

"You. By yourself." He hands me the shirt.

Woah! This is a huge step! I haven't been anywhere without him and it has been hell. Maybe that's why I've become so attracted to him, because we've spent so much time together.

"There is a camera on the chest pocket. It's hooked online to Taehyung's server, I'll be watching your every move."

"Even if I do fuck someone?" I question.

"I'll certainly stop watching. I'm not like you, Jimin." He shakes his head in dismay.

"Go ahead and get dressed." He shoos me upstairs.

In 30 minutes, I'm dressed and ready to go. Black button-up, black jeans, black combat boots. Done.

"You're not loosening your three buttons?" Yoongi points his finger at my chest.

"No. I'm not. I'm a changing man." I stand tall.

And that really makes Yoongi happy. He smiles happily, I never knew he had such a cute gummy smile. Wait! What am I saying? He is not cute!

Well, maybe...a little....

"Well said. Well said. Let's get you to the get together." Yoongi heads for the door.

Yoongi, Taehyung, and I head to Yuki's house which isn't too far away from ours. Taehyung is our GPS and he sure as hell is a great one.

"You have arrived at your destination, master."

"Thank you, Taehyung. Begin recording on Jimin's camera." Yoongi parks in the driveway of a mansion. Shit! Yuki is living the dream huh?

"Recording started. What shall I name the file as?" Taehyung whirs in the backseat.

"Jimin's first test."

"File named."

"My test huh?" I gulp. I'm actually kind of nervous.

"Yes Jimin. Behave yourself. If you can get along with Yuki alongside Chae and Dayun without leading to anything more, you pass."

Easier said than done! If they start to feel on me, what the hell can I do? My sexual desires are like a missile. You push the buttons, I'll come flying.

"And just remember, one of those females has aids." Yoongi carefully warns me.

Shit. I almost forgot.

"Alright. You may begin. The doors are unlocked."

My hand sits on the door as I contemplate to open it or not. I'm scared man. I'm nervous about being alone...without Yoongi.

"Can I..." I turn to him hesitantly.

"What Jimin? You better hurry or else they'll be ve-"

"A good luck kiss." I blurt out.

"No."

"One peck?"

"Zero pecks."

"Please?" I try to sound playful but it comes out more breathless and pleading. If I do fail this test, at least I can remember what Yoongi's lips feel like: the softest I've ever kissed.

Yoongi stares at me for a while. There's always tension between us: sexual tension. It'll never fade, nope, never. It makes our relationship exciting yet frustrating.

I gnaw on my bottom lip as I anticipate his answer.

Stretching his arm over the center console, Yoongi grabs my chin and draws my face closer to his. His soft lips press against mine, briefly, but effectively.

"Good luck." He says with a curt smile with longing eyes. His fingers caress my face gently then he lays his hand on his lap.

"T-Thank you."

"Mr. Jimin, your surface temperature seems to be rising. Are you not feeling well?"

"Oh shut it, Taehyung!" I exit the car hastily from embarrassment. Taehyung always finds a way to expose me.

Yoongi rolls the window down.

"We'll be near by. Press the button in your chest pocket and we'll come running to save you." He explains.

"Sweet. I got this." I inhale and exhale.

"Good luck, Jimin." Yoongi smiles and rolls up the window. I watch the shit ass car drive out of the driveway.

You're fine Jimin. Perfectly fine.

Past this test and you're done! Whoo! But....

But for some reason, I already miss Yoongi.

Will Jimin pass the test?
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