Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter seven (part one)

I feel a little head on my chest, knowing it's joon by his familiar scent. My eyelids feel too heavy to be opened and I'm sweating all over. My throat hurts and I don't remember how I ended up here. I hear a voice, softly speaking. "joon...let's go out and let daddy rest to get better soon."

His little arms tighten around me and I open my eyes, closing them soon after because of all the light. Joon excitedly kisses my cheek. "Daddy! Yoonie said you're sick! Are you ok? Do you need needles?"

I smile and my chapped lips hurt from the stretch. "yes baby...but I don't want you to get sick so can you stay out of this room until I tell you to come back? For daddy? We'll play so much when I get better!"

My throat scratches with each word but I need joon out of here. I don't want him to see me like this. He's too sensitive about me crying or being sick.

He seems sad but nods anyway and puts Cassidy under the cover with me. "cass will take care of you for me. Please get well soon. Promise?"

I give him my pinky and he seals the promise and goes out of the room, feeling a little better. I recognize yoongi's room, looking at him standing in the corner watching me silently. I try to sit but the world spins around me and I fall back with a groan. I feel so cold and hot at the same time.

The bed goes down beside me. I look at yoongi's worried face with my half-open eyes. He puts a hand on my forehead. "you've been unconscious for so long I was afraid I'd need to get you to the hospital."

I take his wrist, putting his hand away. "ok...I'm ok. Just shocked. I'll go back to our house now with joon."

He frees his hand and puts it on my...naked chest to avoid me sitting. I notice my buttons open all the way and glare at him. "hands off."

He gets surprised at me growling at him but chuckles. "wow! You sound like a tiger...but a one-month-old baby tiger."

I scoff and try to sit up again and feel worse. he helps me drink some water then forces me to lay down again. "what did she say? Your temperature's been high ever since."

My heart aches and I look around his room, everything black and white. He takes my hand and I look at him smiling at me sideways. "wanna talk about it?"

It's like I've been waiting to hear these words from his lips forever. I look at the eyes that are kind to me for the first time since I came here and break down sobbing slightly loudly and shake violently. I missed Yoongi. It's like I have permission to be small and fragile now.

He gently puts my head on his chest and wraps his arms around me. I haven't felt this safe in years...

I cling to him, crying for what jihyun said and everything that went wrong from even before I was born.

He pats my back. "it's ok minie. Mom and Eunha are taking care of joon and they are almost best buddies so take as long as you want."

I raise my head and start buttoning up my shirt though I still feel too hot and sweaty. Now I'm embarrassed about crying and clinging to him like this. Becoming conscious about my body, I wonder if he's seen the stretch marks on my stomach and sides.

I clear my throat and wipe my face and nose with the tissue he gives me. He calmly looks at me and waits for me to get my shit together. "um...I'm...I'm sorry to bother you. I think I need to be alone..."

He cuts me off. "you never wanted to be alone when upset." Sadness fills me. When I was upset back then, I only liked to be with Yoongi. I liked his silence and calmness. He never judged anything I did; even when I betrayed his trust...

I look down at my hands. I liked to put multiple rings on my short fingers for them to appear sexier but now I don't use any accessories. I'm too simple and...not interesting. Was I ever not?

"she told me that my father wanted to marry my mom and stay with us but kwang...he set him up to go to prison and locked mom up. She committed suicide the day...the day I was born."

He's shocked. We all know kwang goes to great length to keep the family in line and protect our image but what I just told him...we thought he would be above this but apparently not.

He stands up and goes towards the door. "wait a bit. I wanna hear what mom has to say about this."

I suddenly become anxious. Yoongi's mom was my favorite aunt back then. She sneakily gave me gifts and treats and was kind to me. She was the closest thing I had to a mother but when she was left to choose between me and Yoongi, I wasn't her priority and even though the way she looked at me still hurts, I never hated her. She was the best mother Yoongi could have and that's all that matters.

The door opens again and Yoongi comes in, dragging his mom behind him with her hand. She looks a little pale and stressed. When the stop at the bed, she looks down at me with a lifeless smile. "are you feeling better?"

I nod and try to sit more straightly but she stops me and sits on the chair Yoongi brings her. "get comfortable. Joon is restless. Needs his father to get well soon." Her smile seems more genuine this time. My heart warms at the fact that they treat my kid no differently. That's all I wish for since I don't think I'll ever be accepted in my lifetime.

Yoongi sits beside me on the bed, taking my hand to check my pulse and bora's eyes linger on his other hand which is mindlessly...caressing my palm?! 

I notice this and pull my hand. "I'm ok. No need for that." I turn to her. Her eyes express a feeling...like defeat and regret.

She quickly replaces that with a smile. "Yoongi told me you have some questions...I'll help you if I can."

I clear my throat. "I wanna know what kwang did when he found out my mom was pregnant."