Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter one (part two)

He leaves my suitcases beside the couch in the rather small living room and faces me. "come sit here. I'm gonna get something to drink and come back quick."

Yejoon is looking at him shyly while pressing his forehead to my jaw and wrapping his hands tightly enough to strangle me around my neck. Hobi is rushing out of the house when he notices yejoon's stare. "what do you wanna drink little one?" He softly asks him.

I am happy he paid attention to my baby but I know he's not gonna get an answer when Yejoon hides his face in my neck and whispers "milk" silently so I answer instead. "Milk or juice is fine."

He smiles too hard, his cute little dimples showing, and he gets out of the house closing the door behind him. I look around me to see my paintings still on the wall. I frown, noticing that some of them have elegant wooden frames and glasses on them that I don't remember putting on them.

The couches are the same pink and purple ones Seokjin helped me pick out when the old ones' springs got out from us jumping on them too much. The memory of the fierce yet delicate boy puts a little smile on my lips and I wonder how he's been.

The kitchen in the corner of the living room, divided by only counters, was remodeled and refurnished from the start by my oldest aunt, Bora, when I set it on fire. I was only 10 years old and I had almost never touched a stove before that. I remember reading the instructions on the instant noodles while tears kept streaming down my face with my right cheek being red and swollen.

I look at the wooden staircase I have fallen down on countless times. I remember running down the stairs in the morning when Jin and Hobi came with gifts they got me when they went out to play with their parents or went on trips to all the countries I couldn't even name right, while I could only stay here and paint and look at the soulless walls.

"Daddy?"

I come back to the present when I see Yejoon's big doe eyes an inch from my face, trying to figure out why I am not paying attention to him. I smile, putting him down to walk himself before I have to amputate my aching arm. He whines, trying to get back into my arms but I go sit down on the couch instead, letting him settle down on my lap. He is not usually nervous or shy But this is totally unfamiliar for him and he probably misses his Taebear.

"where is Taetae?"

I comb his sweaty hair off his forehead with my fingers and try to calm him down since I didn't really tell him beforehand that we are probably not gonna go back to Tae for a long time.

"he's not here baby."

He squirms on my lap, taking my hand and playing with my fingers. "when is he coming?"

I sigh, hugging him against my chest, and kiss his head. "he's not coming with us baby. He's now in another country. We took the plane here alone and he needs to stay and work."

He becomes tense, gets out of my embrace and off the couch, standing in front of me. "I want taetae here with me! Bad daddy! Why did you leave him? I wanna go back I don't like it here!" he shouts but keeps his tears in to seem tough.

I'm genuinely surprised; he is never like this about anything. He usually goes to a corner and ignores me until I go cuddle him and kiss his face at least 20 times. It's the first time I see him this upset over something. Maybe I should have told him beforehand...

Before I can open my mouth and say anything, the door opens and hobi comes back with a small milk box and two sprites which would've made me laugh if there wasn't a fuming 5-year-old in front of me. He notices yejoon's shaking form and the sides of his mouth go down in worry. "everything ok?"