Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter two (part one)

I get in the passenger seat after putting on Miyoung's seatbelt and closing the door for her in the backseat while she's already dozing off. I mumble a hi to hobi and put on my seatbelt. I noticed him staring at me instead of starting the car which would've been ok but his expression is serious...not very hobi-like.

I raise my eyebrows at him and he sighs, averting his eyes from me. He taps the steering wheel with his fingers. "is there something going on between you two?" he whispers so that Miyoung won't wake up. I stare at him confused. "what's this shit at fucking midnight?"

He frowns at me. "there's something you should know...someone came to the house tonight..." I don't curse this much normally but lack of sleep has really fucked with my head and I just wanna go home to bed. "why the fuck should I know that?"

It looks like he's losing his patience. "Jimin has come back with his son, and plans to stay for a while."

It feels like the cars' walls are closing in on me, my lungs struggling to find air, although my face stays hard and hobi is looking at me like an eagle trying to get a reaction out me but fails. "nothing? Dude that's your son we're talking about."

I wet my lips, looking at him straight in the eyes. "if I wanted him, I wouldn't have let him go. Now go home I feel like shit."

He scoffs at my answer. "you know I always had my doubts about you being the father...I mean can you even get it up?"

Now there's the hobi I can endure and even like!

I chuckle and look at him sideways. "you wanna see for yourself?" he laughs quietly, starting the car. "no thanks, I'm as straight as a ruler."

I smirk. "sure baby...on second thought, just drop me off at my apartment." He just presses the gas pedal, pretending not to hear me, even ignoring my playful comment.

I'm not ready to see him...I don't wanna see him! He said he would never come back. What made him change his mind? Did he not have enough people drooling over him in that goddamned country?

I can't help the bitter feeling in my mind towards him. I don't know what I expected him to do at the time, but I sure as hell didn't like what he did to me. He's the only one who managed to completely shatter me in my entire life and I was the one who let him.

***

"well fuck you too." I say before closing the car's door, getting back at him for taking me to this fucked up house which is about t get even more fucked up. Miyoung has already got inside the house with her eyes closed.

I look at the dim lights, showing the insides of the little house I sneaked in sometimes and sometimes sneaked out with a certain little boy. As much as it hurts me to say, I should've let him rot in that house, not taking that lamb out in this fucked up world, letting him mingle with the wrong people.

Before hobi catches me staring, I enter the house, rushing to my room to take a long hot shower, maybe too hot, to make me remember why I should try to send him back to wherever the fuck he came from.

***

I hear Eunha's voice from behind my door, knocking. "yoonie...yoonie wake up things are getting really ugly!"

It takes two minutes for my brain to register what is happening. Fuck! I just can't be in peace for a second!

I look at the time. It's barely 8 and I couldn't sleep for hours. I should just let them roast him; maybe he'll be persuaded to go back...

"min yoongi! Come out now!"

When I hear mom's voice, I panic and jump out of the bed, unlocking my door. Her face is red, her eyes teary. "did you know about this? How can you stay asleep when...when..."

I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her shaking from down. "it's ok...tell me what's going on." I lie about not knowing. She was always conflicted about what happened back then and it shows in the way she looks at me; hating me for doing that and begging me to fix it at the same time.

Eunha takes my hand, forcing me after her down the stairs. "grandpa's yelling at him and the baby is crying..."

My heart skips a bit, knowing I'm gonna see him and his baby. I gulp and make her leave my hand, going down the stairs two at a time, slowly hearing the old man shouting with all his strength. "you have no place at my house!"

I finally arrive in the huge living room, just in time to hear his soft and shaking voice. "Just like your daughter had no place beside your throne."

My eyes can't leave his perfect figure. He was a skinny kid when he left but now he's grown into a man, even hiding a little boy behind his legs. His hair is now dirty blonde; I didn't think it was even possible for him to look more beautiful but he does...

Hi everyone!

I hope it is going ok although no one's reading it at the moment. I like the story so i'm gonna post it anyway.

My butt hurts from sitting through bangbangcon all day and it's gonna be like this tomorrow too :(( can't they at least give us breaks between :|