Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter fourteen (part three)

"I made you soup. I don't think you've been eating well lately."

I nod quietly, not wanting to talk and worsen my headache. He let me sleep on the couch, my head on his lap for hours. I saw the pain in his eyes from sitting in the same position for so long when I woke up but he smiled at me, forced me to shower while he cooks.

I feel emotionally drained after what happened; maybe a little embarrassed too, for being so rude and then crying like that.

He places a huge bowl full of soup in front of me. "I hope you like it. cooking isn't my best talent."

I try to smile, still not looking up. "thanks." My voice is scratchy and deep from the long nap.

He sits in front of me, playing with a tiny bowl himself. Why do I have to eat so much?!

"so...are you feeling better?" his voice calm and kind.

I nod, putting the spoon in my mouth. Not the best soup but it warms my heart that he tried for me so I eat rather quickly, my stomach hurting a little after being filled with real food after a long time. he doesn't say anything, letting me finish. As soon as I put the spoon down, finished eating like I've been starved for months, he starts softly. "Miyoung told me you have a lot to tell me about a lot of things. She was really vague...guess she felt like I should hear it from you."

I sigh, standing up to put the bowl in the sink, instinctively opening the cabinet to take a bottle out when I see it's empty and freeze. "I emptied them in the sink." He states calmly.

I turn around, rage filling me although the rational part of me doesn't know why I can't stop myself from lashing out at him. "that was none of your fucking business! Get the fuck out of here!"

I'm towering over him, spitting venom in his face, not able to stop. I need those bottles...how dare he?!

He's curled onto himself, hands covering the sides of his head. "could you please sit down? I'll go as soon as you tell me about those flowers."

I'm taken aback, my shoulders deflating. Fucking Miyoung!

"they're just flowers. Don't think you're so special." The withdrawal is kicking in, making me aggressive and impulsive. I don't even mean these but I can't seem to stop.

His shoulders slump. "will you talk if I give them to you?"

He shocks me, again. I stumble back, sitting down. I'm conflicted inside, two powers fighting. Seeing his disappointed and sad face looking down wants me to bear the withdrawal and talk to him but the other part wants to yell at him until he gives them back.

I gulp, running hands through my sweaty locks. "jimin...I'm not stable. I'm going through withdrawal and it's gonna be dangerous for both of us. So give it to me and we can talk." Am I lying? No. withdrawal at home could kill me or make me insane to the point I kill him.

He's silent for seconds, chewing his lips but he stands up after, taking a bottle out of another cabinet. "I kept only one of them."

I grit my teeth but don't say anything, just open the bottle and take a huge gulp.

"now...what do you think you're gonna gain out of my confession?"

He's surprised, looking at me. his bangs half cover his eyes though they're parted in the middle. "well...I...like I said Yoongi, I'm not leaving and...i...I think I really like you." his cheeks are red and he's playing with his fingers.

I think I'm gonna die now. I've always wanted to hear him say it but now I want to protect him from me.

"in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly boyfriend material at the moment."