My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XX

"No."

"What's wrong Jimin?"

"Min Yoongi. Get me off of this goddamn plane." I try to get up but Yoongi pushes me back into my seat. His hands are firmly planted on my wrists.

"The final treatment: your past." Yoongi's brown orbs scream emotions. I'm sure mine reciprocate.

Tears brim my eyes as I stare at him.

"You have to accept it, Jimin."

"Now arriving in Busan."

I want to vomit. I haven't been back here in years. I don't want to be here. I want to go back.

"I can't be here." I cover my mouth as I feel bile rise in my throat.

"You have to be here. You're going to visit your mother, you're going to talk to your family, your father and your uncle. You're going to accept your past."

"Yoongi! I can't-I..." I breakdown in tears.

"Taehyung, get the bags."

I'm sure all of the other passengers are concerned about the man who's crying into another man's jacket. I'm sure they're grossed out.

Because I'm disgusted with this place.

"This is your mother? She was beautiful." Yoongi picks up the picture frame leaning against her grave.

"Wasn't she?" I can't control the tears running down my face.

I haven't been to her grave since she was buried. The pain of her death was too unbearable, I ran away to Seoul to escape from my family.

I never planned on coming back but here I am. Leave it up to Min FuckFace to surprise me like this.

"Taehyung tracked your family down." Yoongi stands and looks me straight in the eyes. "We're seeing them tommorow."

"No. Please. I can't do this." I cry.

"Yes. Yes you can." Yoongi rubs my back as I wail.

We checked into a real nice hotel. When I was younger I walked passed this hotel on my way to school: I hate it.

It's a two bedroom room. One room is reserved for Taehyung. Some how, the battery planted in his body is ineffective on an airplane so he was allowed on.

The other room is for Yoongi and I. Or if I wanted to, I could sleep on the couch.

As Yoongi sets up Taehyung's charging table and whatnot, I lay on the bed in our room with Mochi squished into my chest.

I'm angry. Why are we here? Me seeing my family isn't going to help me! It'll probably make me worst.

Frustration and anger. These two emotions are eating at me. Frustration from the lack of sex, anger from being back home to confront something that tears me apart. There's only one person to blame for both emotions.

"Min Yoongi!" I shout from the top of my lungs.

"What? We're not doing anything else today so just relax." He walks into the room, he's wearing a black sweater and black jeans.

"Come here." I call him.

"No. I have to get Taehyung set up."

"Come here." I whimper. I hate how small I sound but, I just need some comfort. Some...loving.

Sighing, Yoongi walks to the bed.

"What's wrong?" He looks down at me in my fetal position.

Reaching to his belt, I grip it and look at him pleadingly.

"I need you." I whisper.

"Jimin." Yoongi's voice rumbles. "No."

"No? Why not? Why can't I have you?"

"You can't Jimin. I told you I'm your therapist, nothing more."

Nothing more? That hurts. That hurts real bad. Like someone stabbed me in my heart.

"I want you to be something more." I sit up in bed. Mochi remains in my arms and his belt remains in my grip.

"What?" Yoongi's stern gaze drops.

"I want you, Yoongi. Not as a stupid therapist, I want you as you. You as a man. I want it."

Tears leave my eyes as I stare at the man I love.

I said it. I love him.

I can't help it. There's something about him that's just irresistible. He's made me feel different in mind, body and soul. I can't imagine my life without him, he's too close to my heart.

"Jimin." Yoongi grabs my hand on his belt and holds it.

"Why do I love you? You're a damn bastard! But...but...I can't go on without you. You made me feel better about myself and you're so determined to help me. All of this attention, I love it." I cry.

"You may think I'm just horny but I only want you. Because you make me feel special and you're a freaking idiot. I hate you for making me say this." My tears soak Mochi as I cry into its head.

A hand tries to take Mochi out of my hands.

"No! He's mine!" I look at Yoongi with tear filled eyes.

"Why do you like it so much?" Yoongi asks, his voice dangerously soft.

"You gave it to me." I hug my adorned bear.

Warm fingers stroke my wet cheeks. I stare up at Yoongi as he smiles at me lovingly. I snuggle my face into his warm hands.

"I love you too, broken brat."

"Fix me." I whisper, pulling his arm.

He leans down and kisses me. As always, it's a kiss to remember.

We fall onto the bed, Yoongi removes Mochi before it's crushed, our bodies press together.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I push my groin into his to create some type of friction.

Yoongi pulls away first.

"Not yet." He pushes my hips down.

"Why not?" I whine, adamantly frustrated.

"Not yet. Okay?" He looks at me sternly.

He's referring to the completion of my treatments. I think it is best to wait if I'm going to see them tommorow.

"Okay." I slide my hand down his chest and torso. I drop my hand onto the mattress once I reach his belt.

I can be patient.

Yoongi leaves to tend to Taehyung. He struggles to get away with my legs firm grip around his waist.

And I continue to lay on the bed with Mochi in my arms. A smile creeps onto my face and tears of joy start to roll down my face.

And let me tell you something, this is the first time I genuinely feel happy.

i want some ice cream d:
Jimin confessed!! Yay! But will Jimin be able to handle the meeting with his family?

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