Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twelve (part three)

"calm down. I don't think they are in a romantic relationship. He's just like a father figure to joon and a good friend to jimin."

I empty my bottle of alcohol, laying down on the blanket in the wendy house. "like I fucking care. First that bunnyshit and now this taebitch."

Miyoung laughs, not nearly as drunk as me. "sure yoongi. Whatever helps you sleep at night...beside alcohol of course. You should be careful. You don't want to relapse do you?"

I gulp, letting go of the bottle as it rolls on the floor. "I won't."

She wraps a thin blanket around herself, smiling down at my drowsy eyes. "you're free tomorrow but I'm not. Yet I'm here listening to your sorry ass. Just tell him and get it over with. It's been what? Ten years already?"

I groan at my headache, shifting to my side. "do I look like a fucking pedophile to you?!"

She chuckles. "not your worst characteristic. Not even close."

I make a face at her shit-eating grin. "fuck off. I wanna sleep." She raises an eyebrow. "and get sick?" I just point to the way out for her. She just scoffs and makes her way towards the door with a little difficulty since I'm sprawled out on the floor and she can't fully stand up.

When she slams the door and I curse loudly at her, my eyelids droop and I'm between sleep and consciousness when I hear his soft voice. "Yoongi? You can't sleep here. You're gonna get sick."

I think I'm hearing things now or did that bitch...

I hear that fucker's voice, confused but amused. "he's shit-faced in a fucking wendy house? I don't think he's ok...like in the head."

Jimin...he fucking giggles! "don't be mean! Help me get him inside. Miyoung said to take him with us so auntie won't see him."

Pure baby...still talking about my mom with affection...

I don't have the energy to open my eyes and I'm not at my best to make burning retorts so I just stay still.

I hear taehyung's voice threateningly close. "I'll carry him."

I almost scream when he picks me up in his hands, my face now in his chest. Is he fucking Hercules?!

Jimin's voice gets distant. "I'll get the door open."

I don't open my eyes until he drops me harshly on jimin's bed upstairs. Fuckface.

I'm really sleepy, not aware of my surroundings. Do I have a shift tomorrow? A surgery? What day is it even?

I hear joon's voice whisper-yell. "where are you going taetae? Sleep with us!"

Taehyung answers softly. "I'm not sleepy baby. I have something to do too. you sleep and we'll go out when you wake up."

I feel someone laying down on the other side of the bed, smelling jimin's lavender lotion...does he still use that?

"sleep baby. You're gonna need your energy tomorrow." A small body slowly sticks to my side, a little head on my chest. "gonna cuddle yoonie tonight so he gets better soon."

Jimin chuckles quietly. "that's a pretty nice thing to do baby. Goodnight."

"night night daddy."

I'm not sleepy anymore, laying down with a lump in my throat, eyes shut tight, trying not to sob my pain out; this could've been us...joon could be my baby, our baby, jimin's name as my husband in the records. This could be me taking joon and jimin out tomorrow, making my family happy, kissing jimin any chance I got, making him feel beautiful cause he fucking deserves only the best...

But now I'm sleeping next to them as a one-time thing, borrowing their scents and comfort for only a night cause I can't control my fucking drinking habits....

This isn't how it should've been...

***

"feeling better?"

I try to open my eyes but it's too bright. I'm still where I fell asleep last night, minus joon on top of me.

When I finally open them, I see jimin propped up on his elbow beside me, looking down at me with only inches between us, his eyes big, smiling cutely. "hi sleeping beauty. Joon kissed you ten times to wake you up."

I'm stunned, only looking at his glowing face. he's happy...he doesn't need me in his life...never did. I sit up with him following me. "I made you coffee. Do you want to..."

I interrupt him, not looking at him. "I'm gonna go now. Thanks for last night."

I don't let my eyes stay on his confused and pouty face. I've seen the way he video called taehyung, the way he seems so happy now that he's here. Bet he even told him why he got that way at the amusement park. I'm not part of his life's equation, and I can't be just a friend. I need to get out before I get in too deep again, destroying myself and the people around me.

hey beautiful people!

how are you? do you like the story so far? sorry it's a slow-burn... I can't really write fast events though I'm trying :)

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