Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter eleven (part two)

"seems like joon wasn't lying." Jimin grumbles while wiping his tears. "shut up! the wind irritated my eyes." I chuckle. "sure baby."

He flinches, looking away, cheeks pink. I become aware of what I called him. Did I make him uncomfortable? Well done Yoongi.

Joon is running around in front of us in the long line for the merry-go-round. I get closer to jimin, seeing him shiver in the chilly night, and put my hand at his waist. "it's fall now. You need to dress warmly." He's adorable in the creamy pants and the white thin shirt but it's cold now. I look at his blonde hair. "by the way, I miss your black hair."

He looks at me over his shoulder, cheeks still pink, his eyes a little dark. "why...why are you standing so close?"

I'm surprised. "just wanted to keep you warm." I take a little step back. He looks down. "no...it's ok."

He's now frowning a little, turning around and talking to joon. this goes on for a long while until joon has gone on every ride and now wants a big ice cream.

We are in front of the ice cream containers and I'm holding joon up to tell the worker what he wants himself. "chocolate...I want the chocolate to be big...then a strawberry...and banana.". I grin. "who eats banana?" he glares at me. "you got something to say?"

Jimin's raising a bully.

Speaking of him, he's standing behind me, playing whit his saddle bag, looking down. he's been too silent, like he's thinking of something distressing. Is it me?

Joon is putting everything in the shop on his ice cream. I'm not in the mood foe ice cream and it seems like neither is jimin. Joon looks at jimin over my shoulder, holding his huge ice cream is his hands. Please don't drop it on me!

He giggles and takes a little whipped cream from the top, stamping his hand on jimin's face. jimin who was looking down and didn't see this coming, gasps and his eyes widen.

Then he screams bloody murder.

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Joon is crying and sobbing loudly in the backseat, repeating apologies at a motionless jimin who's leaning on the window, his face hidden.

It was chaos. Joon dropped his ice cream at the shock and it smeared all over my shirt before falling. Then it was jimin, clawing at his face like the whipped cream is acid, screaming and gaining attention. I had to put joon down, using my sleeves to clean his face. it went on for a few minutes until his throat gave out and he just sobbed quietly. Joon's been crying ever since, trying to apologize but jimin isn't paying any attention. His face is expressionless, not showing what the hell it was all about.

It sure wasn't a normal reaction. He became hysteric. He was in another world...or a memory. How can whipped cream become such bad memory?!

When we get home, I call jin to come pick joon up. I think he needs some time to himself.

We're sitting in the car in the dark garage, the light of the car turned on. I turn to my side, leaning on the door of the car to look at him, still in that position. "do you wanna talk about what happened?"

He shakes his head, opening his seatbelt and reaching for the handle. I take his wrist and he aggressively shoves it away. "don't fucking touch me! are you deaf?!"

I flinch, putting my hand to my chest. He's breathing heavily, sweat on his face, looking at his hands. "it's ok. Just focus on your breathing. In and out...you're doing good jimin."

It takes minutes for him calm down, leaning his head back on the seat, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

"do you wanna talk about it now?"

He sighs. "no."

He tries opening the door again but I lock it. he turns to me in surprise, his skin pale and lips chapped. "what the fuck?" there are red marks from where his nails scratched his face. they'll take a few weeks to heal completely.

"I just need to understand what I saw. You lost it over whipped cream and it seems like a big deal. Do you need help? I have friends from back at the university."

He scoffs, eyes mocking. "save it. it's none of your business."

I frown, my heart aching. "is it...the same case as your nightmares? Did something happen there?"

A tear falls down his face and he looks me in the eyes, face twisted in pain. "many things happened Yoongi. It's not only whipped cream. I lose my shit when I see a lot of things. joon never has cakes for his birthdays, he never eats chocolate and many other things. Cause his father will lose it. happy?"

I gulp. "I wanna know why...what happened?" he's shaking, rubbing his face with his palms. "can I please go? I need to see joon."

I open the locks and he leaves immediately. I stay in the car for hours, looking at the wheel.

hi every one!

I have so many things I wanna say down here every time, but it's like talking is one of the hardest things for me to do these days. so I just hope you're all ok.