Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter fourteen (part one)

I look at Miyoung, dumfounded. "what? Are we talking about the same Yoongi who hasn't been answering my calls for months?!"

She sighs, rolling her eyes. "yes. He's too stupid for his own good."

Tae is leaning against the kitchen counters, looking at her with a cold face, arm crossed on his chest. "well if he's that in love with jimin he can confess himself, don't you think so?"

Miyoung takes a sip of the strawberry milk joon gave her with a grin before running off, avoiding our eyes. "yoongi's not really stable right now."

I have a sinking feeling in my chest. What does she mean "not stable"?

She looks at tae, an apologetic look on her face. "could you please let us talk alone for a minute?"

For some reason, tae looks really defensive today. Maybe it's because I cried a few times...maybe more during these months when Yoongi kept on cutting me off. It was the main reason he got us this three-bedroom apartment, "to be away from the bullshit".

I look at him pleadingly, desperate to know what's wrong with Yoongi. "please tae."

He rolls his eyes but goes away to joon's room anyway. Miyoung looks in my eyes seriously. "yoongi's an alcoholic."

My blood runs cold.

***

"you owe him nothing! It's his own fucking weakness!"

I shut my eyes tight, trying to keep calm with my head-splitting headache, while he's pacing around my room, half yelling. "addiction is not a weakness tae and I kind of owe him. It happened first when his life was ruined because of me and it happened again when I came back."

He huffs, sitting beside me on the bed. "it was his choice for the fucking thousandth time! You know better than anyone how dangerous it is around people like him!"

I gulp and shudder, looking down at my clammy hands, clasped together tightly. "tae please calm down. you're...scaring me with the yelling."

His shoulders slump and he hugs me from the side, my cheek on his firm chest. "I'm so sorry baby...I'm just worried he'll hurt you. physically and emotionally."

I inhale his unique scent, smelling like winter nights spent under a blanket with a warm hug. "yoongi's not like that. I wanna be there for him not because I owe him but...because he's the only one I ever pictured a future with."

Tae tenses, his arms tighter around me. "jimin...you never told me you felt like this way about him."

I take a shuddering breath, shocked myself at the realization. "before I went away I was confused and thought he's just like an older brother or a best friend to me but...when I came back and we spent so much time together, I caught myself thinking how it'd be like if we lived together, joon called him his father and I...I had him to myself."

He's deflated, empty of the anger from minutes ago. What I said changed everything in his mind.

"min...that's great? I don't know...what if he's too far gone to be fixed?"

I let out a sob, refusing to believe that for even a second. "he's not. I'm sure I can help him come back...he just needs support."

He's silent, clearly not approving of my decision, but says he's got my back whatever happens.

***

It's been a week since I went to the hospital, ignoring all the calls. I'm deep down the bottomless well, too far gone down the misery road to look back. I just hope the alcohol kills me one of these days and does everyone a favor.

I hear the doorbell, soft knocks following. I don't pay attention, Not waiting for anyone.

The knocking and ringing continue. "fuck off...!"

Do I owe them money or something?! Fucking get the hint.

After ten minutes, my nerves can't take it anymore. I go open the door in a swift move, making the person on the other side flinch with their hand up, ready to knock again.

It's like a bucket of ice-cold water pours on my head when I see him standing in front of me, wrapped in a long black overcoat, a yellow and blue scarf and mittens, nose and cheeks red from the cold, eyes wide, his now light brown hair messy from the wind.

I try to close the door but he quickly comes in, giggling. "it's really cold so I'd love a cup of hot chocolate, thank you."

I try to ignore my rapid heartbeat and the voice yelling in me, begging for him.

I turn around after slamming the door, yelling. "who the fuck told you..."

It makes him flinch and shrink in himself, close his eyes in fear when I suddenly turn to him, little distance between us.

When I broke my arm and leg in a car accident when sixteen, I didn't think anything would hurt more but when I was detoxing in a hospital bed, sweating, aching all over, vomiting, shaking, my heart beating so fast it was leaping out of my chest, clawing the sheets and hallucinating about him and mom, I knew that was the worst 72 hours of my life.

But this hurt fucking more. Seeing him scared of me like this was like an arrow straight to the heart. I never hated myself more than this moment.

He looks at me with a frown on his lips, eyes wide from fear. "I'm sorry... I just...I just missed you."

My breath hitches. He shouldn't do this to himself. I didn't give him the address and only Miyoung and hobi have it. I doubt hobi did it and if I'm correct, that nosy little shit has told him everything...and this is his reaction? Telling me he fucking misses an alcoholic who snapped at him seconds ago? Doesn't he see my appearance? I must smell worse than a trashcan now.

He seems to lose the fear when I don't say anything, smiling hesitantly. "hot chocolate?"

I close my eyes for a second, breathing in his signature lavender scent. "sit down."

He complies quickly, looking up at me with his eyes shining. I scoff and go to the kitchen, coming back with a cup of hot chocolate and a bottle of vodka. I'm a lost cause and he needs to see this and let me go. He's better off without an addict.

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