My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XXII

"My therapeutic boyfriend."

Everyone gasps. My aunts cover their mouths in shock. My nephews and nieces make up their faces. And my uncle, he stares at us in disgust.

"Therapeutic boyfriend?" He snorts.

"Yes, I am quite the therapist." Yoongi bows.

"Indeed." Taehyung claps his bionic hands, earning confused stares from my "supposed" family members.

"This is my assistant, Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung bows, his body whirs softly.

"Well, move aside. I haven't seen my nephew in years."

Yoongi turns away from my uncle and drags me to a mahogany table.

"Where's the food? Jimin needs a warm welcome." Yoongi speaks with a smile.

The family goes frantic after the mention of food, they hurry to distribute food to everyone. Yoongi, Taehyung and I sit together at a table with my cousins and my uncle.

They rest a plate in front of Taehyung and he stares at it.

"I would much prefer oil. My gears are getting stiff, Master Yoongi." Taehyung looks at Yoongi.

"I'll oil you up when we go back home." Yoongi pats the robot's back.

"Can you oil me up too?" I look Yoongi straight in the eyes.

In our own little bubble, we manage to create sexual tension. Our little friend that's very much inseparable from us.

"Not yet." He turns back to his plate of food.

What does he mean "not yet"?!

"So," My uncle clears his throat. His black beard lifting from the action. "If I may ask, how'd you two meet?"

"Yes, I would like to know too." His wife, aunt Gayeon, presses.

"I'm his therapist." Yoongi says.

"For what?" One of my nephews asks with his mouth full of chicken.

I make eye contact with my uncle, he's obviously glaring at me. Shit. I'm scared.

"Psst Jimin." Aunt Gayeon whispers to me. Propping her elbows on the table, she leans her makeup painted face closely to mine from across the table.

"You could've gotten someone ten times better." She chuckles. "If you're going to be gay, you could've gotten someone hotter."

Her words piss me off.

I don't care what people say about me. You can call me a hoe, ugly, a bitch, but don't you dare criticize Yoongi.

"Fuck you." I snap at her.

She gasps in shock.

"You don't know him, so what gives you the right to tell me if he's hot or not. Shut up, bitch."

I'm furious. You don't disrespect Yoongi. He's the only person who's ever treated me with respect, who's gave me attention, and who's made me a better person than I am. He's amazing, ten times better than these people.

My aunt stares at me wide-eyed with her mouth agape. Behind her newcomers walk into the room.

"Jimin?" My gaze shoots behind my uncle.

"D-Dad?" Oh great! Now my dad is here.

"You came!" My uncle cheers and hugs his brother.

"Just who I wanted to see." Yoongi nods his head as he taps his fingers against the table watching my father and uncle's interaction.