Forget Me Not

Chapter Twenty-six

It was a cold October, so much so that Jimin had to put on his jacket when he went outside. His legs were still freezing, though, and it felt like his toes were bound to fall off.

    He kept both of his hands on the strap of his book bag, eyes locked to the floor. He couldn't tell if he embarrassed Yoongi or not,- and if he did, he didn't mean to. He didn't know exactly what he was saying all in all. All he knew was that he was talking about a subject he knew very little about and that the pay off of that was either good or bad.

    So instead, he just tried to think about getting to Sammy. He was probably getting cold unless Nyla showed up, the cat having the liberty to just roam around the castle. But Jimin knew Sammy, and he knew that despite the cold, the cat would probably be upset with him for making him leave.

    The feline had been upset with him since he called him incompetent.

             Yoongi was walking alongside him, eyes set on the rising moon. He liked it,- a gentle kind of beautiful, he had called it. His hand swung emptily, and crickets chirped.

              "Do you,-" Yoongi said, interrupting the tranquility of the night, "Have uh,- kinks,-... I mean things you like?" He stuttered. He'd been a bit of a mess since confessing. No to mention even quieter around Tae and Jin when they showed signs of their injuries. The man worried himself to death.

    Jimin smiled into a small laugh. "I wouldn't know, Yoongi."

            "Porn." The man deadpanned, and okay. He actually wanted to talk about this. Yea,- Jimin has seen porn. He knows things he's for trying and against,- things he's imagined doing with Yoongi specifically, but he didn't know how to go about breaking his innocent exterior.

    "Uh,- Sure?" if he just played stupid maybe Yoongi would drop it. Besides, he didn't know what he wanted. He had an idea, but he didn't know what any of it was called. How any of it would work in proper execution. "I don't see a problem with it."

"Then what do you like about it?" He rushed.

    "Mashing parts," Jimin said quickly as they rounded one of the corners of the courtyard. His face burned despite the cold. "Dick,- yes. Very good. Mhm."

              A mess of noises left Yoongi's mouth. And,- okay, maybe Jimin should open up to his poor boyfriend. His boyfriend,- fuck. He loves that.

    "What you said was sufficient. Yoongi," He looked away fully, anywhere but at Yoongi's face as he continued to talk. "I just,- the receiving end, maybe...? God,- I'm sorry, I'll just shut up now."

        "Wha- what?" Bloody hell,- wasn't Yoongi supposed to be smart? Why was he such a mess around Jimin,- was this Jimin's fault?

    "I don't,- I'm sorry," he said, tightening his grip on his strap. "I'm not making any sense, but,- the receiving end..? Get, not give? Yes?"

            "Jimin- I-" Yoongi cut himself off by biting his lip to muffle a groan just as they stepped up to the greenhouse. As usual, Yoongi stepped back as Jimin moved to let them in, Nyla and Sammy wrapped around one another in the corner.

    "I'm,- I'll stop talking about it if you want," Jimin rubbed his face with one hand and tossed his bag to the floor with the other. "I-It just seemed like you were trying to talk about it,- Sorry for misunderstanding."

            "I was." He muttered. His voice so low and quite that it barely met Jimins ears, "Uh, I wasn't expecting that, now I'm kinda..." He sighed, "I want a kiss. Kinda worked up?"