My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XVIII

Breathe Jimin. Breathe.

You can pass this test. Let's make it as harmless as possible. Swallow up your hormones and pass this test.

I walk up the driveway to Yuki's house. It's a long and tedious walk but it's enough to calm me down.

Finally, I reach the front door. I ring the doorbell and a few seconds later, Chae opens the door.

"Jimin! You made it." She smiles softly as she straightens her pink dress. "Come on in."

I step into her house. It's beautiful, a golden chandelier hangs above the door, the floors are spotless and dust less, the walls are painted a cream color.

"Your house is beautiful." I comment as she closes the door.

"Thank you. Yuki! Mr. Jimin is here!"

On command of her mother's call, Yuki dashes down the stairs in black shorts and a pink top.

"Oppa!" She jumps into my arms.

"Hey Yuki." I hug the small girl. She holds onto me like her life depends on it.

"What's all the...oh. Hey Jimin." Dayun walks into the foyer. She has on ripped jeans and a white crop-top.

My two challenges have entered the arena. I'll either get past them or be completely destroyed by them.

For the next hour, Yuki and I play. She shows me her room, her playhouse in the backyard, and we climb up to her treehouse.

"This is my favorite flower." Yuki hands me a flower from her little garden outside. A seven year-old has her very own garden. I'm shocked.

"It's pretty." I take the yellow daisy from her hand.

"Mommy said daddy gave it to her before he went bye-bye." Yuki smiles then pouts. "I've always wanted to see daddy."

I stare at the girl playing with dirt. She's never had a father figure in her life and her mother seems way too stuck up on her social life, judging by her house and Yuki's stories of her mother leaving her alone.

"I'm here." I pat her brown hair.

"You'd be my daddy?" She stares at me excitedly.

"Of course, but you can't tell your mother." I wink at her.

She jumps into my arms again and hugs me tightly.

"I love you, Mr. Jimin." Her petite voice makes me freeze.

She loves me? She loves me? I can't believe my ears.

She likes me more than a friend?

No.

She loves me like family. Like the father she's never had.

I've never thought of it but, you can love differently. Whether it's love for your spouse or love for your mother, it's still love altogether. Just a different context.

"Do you love me?" She stares at me with her lips pursed.

Do I love her? She is an angel and I feel very connected to her as if she may be my daughter...

"I do. I love you, Yuki." I hug her and she giggles happily. She yells and cheers to celebrate our new bonding.

"Yuki! Come on, your dance practice starts at eight!" Chae calls for Yuki.

"Bye daddy!" Yuki kisses my cheek and runs to her mother.

She called me...I've only been called that in the bedroom but hearing from an innocent young girl's perspective of parent identification, it's refreshing.

I walk back into the house to find Dayun sitting on the kitchen counter sipping some juice.

"Chae dropped her off?" I ask while fixing my pants.

"Yeah." Her eyes follow my movement; I know what she wants:

Me.

"I think I'll get going." I scratch my head.

"Why? You just got here, let's chat." She hops off the counter and leads me to the living room. We sit on the couch.

"What is there to chat about?" I'm nervous. I'm hella nervous.

"I don't know. Maybe about Yuki?" Dayun mentions.

There's one question I've always wanted answered about Yuki:

"Who's her father?"

Dayun smiles, her pink lips look soft and delicate.

"Well, my sister was engaged to this amazing guy. He was in the army, he had money, looks, manners. He was perfect." Dayun begins.

"But, while he was off doing duty, she slept with one of her coworkers and bam! Yuki was born."

So, her mother is hoe who got a child while being a hoe.

"The sad thing is, Chae told her fiancee about their daughter over the phone while she was pregnant. Unfortunately, he died on duty and never got to see his "supposed" baby girl." Dayun shakes her head.

"That's terrible." How could she lie to him like that? How could she sleep around when she knew he was waiting to come home? Waiting to come home to his future wife when his life was on the line.

I get it now. Why Min Yoongi is trying to make me change. Sex isn't bad, of course not, but the way you use it and throw your body away without realizing the true harm you'll cost, it's disgusting.

As I brood, Dayun's hand creeps up my thigh.

"Isn't it? My sister is a terrible woman." She leans to my face as her hand climbs higher up my thigh.

I don't want this. Even though my hormones are literally about to explode, I can't do this.

Her hand caresses my face and the kiss I shared earlier with Yoongi replays in my mind.

How caring his gaze was, how soft his lips was, and how captivating his caress was.

She pulls off her top and reaches to unclip her bra. I stop her by getting up from the couch.

I know one of them has aids, but I don't care about the aids. I don't want her. I don't want this.

I need Yoongi.

Reaching into my chest pocket, I press the button to call Yoongi. I throw Dayun's shirt back to her and march through and out of the house.

"Jimin!" She calls for me, I continue to march.

I end up running to the end of the ridiculously long driveway. A familiar car stops in front of the driveway and a very familiar dark haired male exits the car.

"Congratulations Jimin. You pa-" Yoongi is cut off by my lips connecting with his.

It's slow, it's passionate, it's intoxicating. Our lips move in sync as I press my body against his. My fingers entangled in his hair and his hands on my waist.

The kiss breaks and we press our foreheads together as we pant.

"You passed." Yoongi's voice is low and breathless as he squeezes my waist.

"Because of you." I squeeze his neck with my arms as I hug him, my face burrowing into his chest, inhaling his manly scent.

"No, because of your resolve."

"No." I press deeper into his body. "It's you. Only you."

Yoongi doesn't respond, instead he hugs me by my waist and dips his head into my neck.

I know he understands. He always understands.

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