Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter eight (part two)

They never let him go to school. He was homeschooled from first grade and never had any friends besides his cousins, us. He wasn't allowed to go out of the house unless it was a medical emergency. Kwang didn't want anyone to see him. People more or less knew about his existence but had almost forgotten about him. Kwang wanted to bury him alive and he succeeded.

When he turned 16, I noticed him dancing to songs on tv and watching choreographies. I asked kwang to let me take him to dance classes. There was a lot of shouting and cursing but mom cried and cried at the things he said until he agreed under strict conditions. One of them being him saying another name instead of his real name!

Jimin was so happy he tried to thank me every day by making me trash-like cookies, writing me an actual thank you letter on a pink paper, kissing me on the cheek...and else.

I remember the first time I saw him coming out of the dance studio with that boy. He seemed like jimin's age but taller and much more muscular and broad-shouldered than him. I remember watching jimin smile at him, his eyes disappearing and my heart aching. The boy seemed to know what he was doing. I doubt jimin was his first sex partner but jimin didn't even know he's gay before him or that it's possible to be gay!

That boy corrupted him and threw him in the trashcan without looking back. I stay awake many nights, regretting not taking it seriously back then. I didn't know there was the chance of jimin getting pregnant and I just prayed to God he wouldn't get hurt although I might've cried one or two times without admitting to why.

The instinct to tell kwang and take away this chance of him going out and seeing actual people was too strong at times; especially when I saw the boy's hand at his waist and my palm itched, longing to replace that hand.

I sneakily tried to tell jimin about STDs to at least keep him from catching diseases but he just blushed and giggled, running away and singing loud to not hear me talk.

I remember when the two boys started not going to their classes and went to the boy's house where his parents weren't at and always came back late at night. They spent the two hours of the class there and then jimin ran back with rosy cheeks, pretending to come out of the class.

I remember seeing the first hickey on his neck one month after the class started when he sat beside me in the car, grinning. His skin was glowing and he seemed so happy. At least it doesn't seem like he is forced.

I should have paid attention to the fact that jimin was too inexperienced socially and hadn't received attention and affection as much he needed which was a lot. I should've known he would even kill for the boy if it meant getting his love. I was too busy moping to notice the two hours being a little longer and jimin seeming more hesitant although still half-smiling.

I remember when he limped towards the car, his eyes a little puffy and red, his neck full of hickeys two months down the road. He was barely smiling at me and it never was fake, unlike that day. He had a little frown on his face, he seemed confused. He didn't even beg me to watch cartoons with him. He went straight to bed and I had a lump at my throat all night, my hands itching to wrap around that boy's neck this time for making the most cheerful baby in the world sad and confused and touching him in a way he wasn't familiar with.

I remember him being a little hesitant about going to his classes after that. It was like he was avoiding the boy but went anyway. He seemed calmer as time went by and I noticed the hickeys come back but he was smiling again like before. I even saw him apply lipstick he must have stolen from my mom once before going to him.

Every time his eyes shined seeing him, I wanted to scream for him to come back and not go to his house but I couldn't. he wasn't mine and he was never gonna be and I needed to accept that.

I think about how he's much more beautiful now and still out of my reach. I try to keep my thoughts innocent and not think about his torso I saw last week thanks to his fever. I slap myself softly to keep his thighs and nipples out of my thoughts and try to focus on checking my emails.

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He breathes unevenly, putting his fingers in my hair and pulling softly. "Yoongi...don't stop..."

I look at his beautiful honey skin covered with sweet and put more of his erection in my mouth. His cute blond hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat and his eyes are closed, his mouth open in an O shape.

I'm enjoying this more than I should but he looks too beautiful. His hips buck up and he moans breathlessly, repeating over and over. "please..."

I come up and kiss cheek. "enjoying yourself baby?"

He nods furiously and puts his palm on my head, trying to push my head down with puppy eyes and I chuckle. "your turn baby." I bend down to kiss him...

I open my eyes and look at the ceiling, panting. It takes a few seconds for me to understand I'm in my room sleeping alone and that was...

a wet dream about jimin!

I don't even have it in me to feel embarrassed at this point. I've had them since I was a teenager. I sigh and try to ignore my erection and go back to sleep but I can't.

I get out of my room and go down the stairs. Maybe getting a bit of fresh air will help. I put my bare feet on the grass and feel a little calmer.

I go to the wendy house to sit inside when I notice a light inside. I look through the window and see jimin sitting there with round glasses, reading a book. I open the door and he jumps, being too immersed in the book.

He looks at me surprised. "what are you doing here? It's 2 am!"

I look at him unimpressed, my erection now non-existent. "could ask you the same thing."

He smiles and I try to forget my still fresh dream. "I have trouble sleeping so I usually sneak out after joon falls asleep."

I frown and try to sit more comfortably in the small house. "how long has this been going on? Maybe you need medication."

He looks down at the thick book he's holding. "I don't have trouble falling asleep...I have nightmares."

I look at his hands, fidgeting with the book. "so you don't sleep at all?"

He shakes his head and smiles a little. "I do but when the sun comes up. I go sleep with joon for a few hours. I sometimes take naps in the evening to make up for it. it's worked so far."

I sigh and take a teddy bear laying beside me. "can I ask you...what do you dream about?"

I'm procrastinating so much I don't know what to do...writing is the only thing I'm not lazy in :(

the wet dream :))