Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter eleven (part one)

"I didn't know you were gay."

I choke on the chips, looking at a giggling jimin beside me on the couch. We're watching call me by your name at midnight, which was a very bad choice since it seems to have triggered this unwanted conversation, when I realize jin can't keep his mouth shut.

We've been spending a lot of time together lately. It's been near two months since they've been here, and Hobi still hasn't managed to find jimin's dad. I sometimes hope he's never found and then slap myself for wishing that.

"relax. I was just wondering how you agreed to marry Miyoung. She knows right?"

I clear my throat, looking at the boys flirting in the movie. "well...I planned to try and be straight...I mean I didn't wanna disappoint mom. She wanted me to marry her sister's daughter so much and planned it since way before that and...I didn't really have a reason to say no...or a choice."

He huffs, his cheeks puffy with air. How can he look so cute one minute and then kill me with his serious face?

"you were trying to be straight? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? So you planned to think of Jason Momoa while you fucked..."

I'm shocked at his foul mouth and so I cut him off. "who are you and what have you done to chimchim?!"

He giggles again. We've been drinking a bit of wine and I guess we're both kind of tipsy...well I am but he's drunk. 

"still here but I'm kinky chimchim now!"

I laugh and pinch his pink cheek. I missed being with him like this. with him feeling no shame in telling me everything. He even told me about his morning wood back then and after he told me about jungkook, he even told me about what they did in detail...and I've been officially scarred for life ever since.

"first of all, he's not my type. Second, I had never been with anyone so I thought i could do it if I tried enough."

As soon as the last sentence leaves my mouth, I become as red as a tomato. Why the fuck did I have to say I'm a virgin?!

His eyes widen, and he drops himself on top me, making me lose balance and lay back with him on me, and squeals. "maybe we should've watched 40-year-old virgin instead!" he giggles. I think he's completely drunk now. And I feel really awkward.

We're both wearing shirts, and I'm wearing pants but jimin decided it's too hot and put on thin short shorts. And now he's sitting on my...dick, giggling in my face and repeating with a rhythm. "yoonie's a virgin, yoonie's a virgin."

I gulp. "it's not like you're suddenly a sex expert...are you?" the last part is skeptical. I don't know how he lived all these years.

He stops giggling and looks straight in my eyes, little space between our faces. "I only had sex once and that resulted in joonie..."

He looks at my face up and down, suddenly serious. "but I really wanna do it again...do you?"

It's like I'm burning in hell and chilling in heaven at the same time. He's so tempting, looking at me with hunger. I've never seen this part of him...and I feel myself getting hard under his ass. He moves a little, eyes too innocent for what he's doing. "you know...it took me a long time to get over what dae...daehyun did to me. but I feel safe with you..."

My heart drops and I don't feel his ass on me anymore. Did Daehyun...did that motherfucker touch him?!

I gulp. "what did he do jimin?"

He put his lips on me, not answering and it's like I die for a second. I know I should not respond to his lips moving with moving mine when he's this drunk, but I've dreamed of it so many times I just need to feel it once...

He starts moving his hips too, and a white flash of pleasure goes through me. I flip our position and get help from every ounce of control I can find to put distance between us, despite him whining and grabbing my shirt. I lick my lips and taste the strawberry from his lips. He's always liked applying lipstick.

I put a cushion under his head, covering him with a thin cover, because the weather is starting to cool down in autumn, and turn off the TV. He's asleep the minute I turn around. I really hope he won't remember it...or do I?!

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I'm just back from a long surgery, wanting nothing more than to sleep. "hey jimin." I'm sure I'm fucking blushing. He doesn't seem to remember anything, his eyes closing from his smile, holding an excited joon's hand. "hey yoongles. You seem tired?"

I hopefully look at them ready to go out while the sun is setting. "not sure about yoongles and yes. I had a long surgery...where are you going?"

Joon impatiently interrupts us. "to the amusement park! Now go away loser!" he winks at me.

I don't know why instead of being offended, I'm laughing. "ok if you say so. Can I come?"

Fuck my bed. I won't lose a chance to hold his hand with the excuse of not losing him in the crowd.

Joon grins. "only if you go on the big boys rides with me like tae does. daddy's a coward."

Jimin pouts. "you're barely six. I can ride those you can." Joon's unimpressed. "you screamed on a normal swing when tae pushed you too hard."

I'm feeling a little jealous of this tae, so I intervene. "take my car keys. I'll go wash up. be back in five."

I run towards the house, a childish thought in my head about being better than "tae".

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