My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XXI

"Jimin? Jimin wake up."

"Ugh. Don't wanna." I cuddle deeper into a soft, fluffy chest.

"Jimin, if you wake up, Master Yoongi will indulge in the kissing with you."

It's like those words are magic and I shoot up in bed.

"I'm up!" I rub my eyes to fix my blurry, sleepy eyes.

Once I regain my vision, I see Yoongi staring at a smiling Taehyung, appalled.

"What made you say that?" Yoongi questions the hunk of steel.

"From my analysis of your relationship, Master Yoongi and Park Jimin are in an intimate relationship classified as boyfriends." Taehyung's mechanical eyeballs blink and stare at us innocently.

"The best thing you've ever said, robot." I clap for Taehyung.

"What did Namjoon do with your observation system?" Yoongi walks behind Taehyung and examines his build.

"What? You don't accept our relationship?" I pry as I get on my fours and stare at him from the bed.

"I thought you weren't into relationships." Yoongi fires back.

"You're mine, Min Yoongi." I glare at him.

"You're mine, Park Jimin." He glares back with twice as much fervor. His gaze makes me gulp.

"Where's that kiss?" I ask referring to Taehyung's earlier statement.

"Not here. Get dressed quickly. We're already late." Yoongi walks out of the room, Taehyung following behind him.

"Hard to get huh? Fine by me!" I throw a pillow at the door. Bastard!

I can't do it. I can't bring myself to walk through those brown double doors.

I don't want to see them, I don't want to be near them. They make me sick.

"Jimin! Stop being afraid." Yoongi barks angrily.

"No! I can't! Yoongi, I can't!" I struggle in his grip.

This has been going on for a good minute. Once we arrived here, a dinner hall in North Busan, I've been in panic mode.

Behind those doors is my family. My aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, uncles; specifically that certain uncle.

"I don't want to see them!" I shake my head as tears escape my eyes. Yoongi holds my wrists in his hands as I try to break free. You'd be surprised at how strong he is.

"Jimin."

"No!" I attempt to push him but instead, he pushes me back.

My back collides with the dark orange walls the dinner hall has to offer.

Yoongi has a tight hold my wrists as he holds them on either side of my head. His eyes are angry and determined, mine are scared and worried.

"I can't do it." I whisper.

"What are you scared of? Your uncle?"

"Yes! He'll kill me." I cry. I'm usually brave but, you put me in close proximity of a man who's threatened my life, I'll be terrified.

"Don't be scared, Jimin. What'd I tell you?" Yoongi's tight grip on my wrists weakens.

"I'm not alone." I sniffle.

"You're not alone. I'm here for you. I'm here with you. Don't be afraid." He wipes my tears away, I grab onto his arms and slide my hands to his face.

"I'm not alone, kiss?" I whisper as I bite my lip. I'm battling so many emotions at once, I just need him.

A gentle kiss on my lips. Then he drops my wrists and moves away.

"You're not alone."

"Thank you." I hug him breathing in his rich scent. He hugs back rubbing my back.

"Analyzing data." A bright blue light is shined on us. Our hug is interrupted.

"Taehyung." Yoongi sighs as the robot finishes analyzing. "Don't do that when we're in there."

"Yes master." Taehyung bows.

We walk up to the door, and I take a deep breath.

"You'll do fine. Make amends with your past." Yoongi rubs my shoulder. I squeeze his hand.

Hesitantly, I open the double doors. I suck in a breath once I see everyone turn in my direction.

They're all here. My little cousins all grown up, my aunts getting older, and then I see him. The fucking bastard.

"I might vomit." I hold my stomach.

"You're fine." Yoongi whispers soothingly in my ear.

"Jimin?" My aunt Sayon rises from a table. "Oh Jimin!" She runs to me and hugs me tightly. Her perfume suffocating my nostrils.

"Where have you been all these years?" She cries.

She's crying yet she never helped me. She never helped me with mom or my struggle for money. But, I just let her hug me anyway.

My family surrounds me. Crying, saying they missed me, treating me so kindly. All of it is lies. Pure, fucking lies.

"Look at how handsome you've gotten." My cousin pinches my cheek. I laugh awkwardly.

"Jimin."

That low throaty voice. He chuckles deeply, the action sends shivers down my spine.

"You gonna give me a hug, champ?" My uncle opens his arms. A large beard surrounds his lips and chin, his eyes crinkle as he smiles. He smiles as he awaits my arrival. That smile is menacing, it's showcasing how he loves that he has control over me.

I freeze. I can feel the life being drained from my face.

"Come on, Jimin." He walks closer to me.

Just as I feel bile rise in my throat, Yoongi steps in front of me.

"Hi there. Nice to meet you." Yoongi smiles at my uncle, who looks at him with a smile.

"Who are you? Who is this, Jimin?" My uncle's monstrous voice rumbles in my ears.

Yoongi turns to me, a gentle smile on his face.

You're not alone.

That's what his smile tells me. I could almost cry right now but instead I introduce him.

"This is Min Yoongi." I reach over and grab his hand. We interlock our fingers together and smile.

"My therapeutic boyfriend."

Awww! I feel like that ending was anticlimactic loool
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