Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter nine (part one)

"wake up bitches! I come bearing gifts!"

I don't snap at him for cursing since joon is taking a bath with the door half-open of course since I'm always afraid he'll drown in the shallow water.

Jin's become a little tan and it's a good look on him. He plops down on the couch in front of me. "did you see your mom's friend? What happened? Hobi told me you got sick."

I laugh at his choice of clothing, a pink tie with a pink button-up T-shirt. "I did. Didn't hobi tell you what she said?"

He raises an eyebrow. "well if she's telling the truth I'm gonna hit that old fuck so hard..."

"jinnie!"

I stare at a naked joonie covered in bubbles and soap foam in horror while he runs with both hands in front of his private parts, trailing water and foam everywhere he walks till he jumps on jin. I facepalm but jin laughs. "EW! Is that your peepee?!"

I laugh so hard tears stream down my face. I know I'm supposed to act like the dad here but jin's face and joon's naked bottom is too hilarious.

***

Jin calls hobi, Yoongi and Eunha to come get their souvenirs. I can't even pronounce the name of the island he went to.

Yoongi sleepily enters the house with hobi and Eunha pushing him from the back. It's Saturday and everyone is free. Of course, hobi works every day but jin threatened him to stay home today. Yoongi passes out next to me and I giggle at his open mouth. "why did you stay up last night when you're like this! Did you go back when I left?"

Jin wiggles his eyebrows. "where did you leave him? The bed?" I throw a cushion at him while Yoongi is deep in dreamland in the midst of all the chaos. Joon isn't paying attention to us, watching frozen and singing loudly with Elsa. God, it's like I hear these songs all the time.

Eunha is sitting in the corner playing with her phone. I feel like she feels a little uncomfortable but I can't really do anything. She was barely in middle school when I left and now she's gonna graduate next year. She has my mom's name too and I feel awkward saying her name.

Jin opens his huge suitcase on the coffee table and pulls out cushions, six of them. He throws one to me and I can't help but laugh at his ridiculous choice. "only cunts can read this!"

He throws the other at Yoongi, "reserved for granddad's arse".

Hobi gets "fart silencer" and jin scoffs at him while throwing the cushion. "I can't breathe at times!" and hobi yells back at him. "nobody invites you to my room!"

Non-identical twins normal quarrels.

He throws another at Eunha, "couples that fart together stay together". She blushes in horror. "I'm not a couple! I mean I..." jin rolls his eyes. "please! I've read those inappropriate texts and let me tell you not even couples say those things."

Yoongi, somewhat awake now, narrows his eyes at Eunha. "what the hell? I need to see the boy asap!"

Eunha throws a hateful glare at jin who smiles like an angel. "what if he doesn't want to see you?" Yoongi sits straight, now more serious than the last minute that he was drooling. "well he's gonna see me one way or another. At a table in a café or over my lap getting disciplined cause it seems like he's not!"

Eunha pouts and gets red with anger, throwing the cushion at jin and leaving the house. Yoongi sits back, arms crossed on his chest, eyebrows furrowed. "well that went well. I got this one for Miyoung cause she's a decent human being and I didn't feel like getting something offensive for her." He puts the cushion with the unicorn on the coffee table. "it's her when she takes that float to the pool every weekend like she has nothing better to do."

He puts another cushion on joon's lap who's now sitting beside him, frozen long forgotten, peaking inside his suitcase. Joon reads it, confused. "all...I want for...Christ...christmas is...Tom hardy?!"

I giggle and jin grins at him. "don't we all?"

Hobi giggles and hugs his cushion. "how did it go with the girl? What was her name?"

Jin takes another cushion out. "Jieun. This one is mine. I need positive quotes like this in my life."

A sloth saying "let that shit go". Very mature.

Joon excitedly points at something. "is that mine?" jin smiles at him. "depends. Are you gonna give me a kiss?" joon quickly kisses him so hard he leaves spit. "EW again! I bought it thinking of my little prince!"

He pulls a huge box of legos out and my mouth drops open. "jin! You shouldn't have! It's too much."

He rolls his eyes and pats joon's head. "you know nothing, jim snow."

Hobi looks at the legos with excitement in his eyes. "should we play together joon?" joon nods quickly ad they go off together.

Yoongi leans back. "you dodged the question. Did you like her?"

Jin shrugs. "meh."

I look at him, dumbfounded. "meh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Yoongi grins at me. "joon is doing everyone a favor keeping that dirty mouth in check." I make a face at him and turn back to jin. "do you like her or not?"

He smirks. "she has nice boobs and a nice ass." Yoongi chuckles. "good criteria for choosing your future wife jin." I know it's not what he looks for in a woman; he's doing this to dodge questions.

Jin closes his suitcase. "well I don't not like her. She's fun to be around and isn't a bitch so I guess I could give it a chance. See how it goes. Don't really have a choice either you know. it's marrying her or sleeping in the street."

I sigh. Yoongi nods. "not if you find a job but ok...and hobi is gonna take over soon so he won't let you die under a bridge. You could get out of it if you don't like her."

Jin seems confused, pouting. "I don't really know what I want at the moment. I don't like someone else. Maybe I'll be one of the few lucky people who are satisfied with an arranged marriage."

***

it was a stressful day. I made a questionnaire about domestic violence against women and shared the link everywhere only to find out I had a typo I didn't notice in my 100th check! and then people told me the link doesn't open. and now I'm looking at the results and I'm crying because so many said they were forced to have sex by their husband when they didn't want to or were sick and tired. one-third of them were frequently slapped and one of them had their head bashed on the wall. none of these women decided to contact the authorities. we live in an ugly world :((