Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter fifteen (part one)

"so what did you do today?"

I play with my salad, taking little bites since I don't have an appetite. He insists we eat salad for dinner four nights in the week, saying it's good for my health.

Since the detox ended a week ago, I've been hesitant to eat. My stomachache because of throwing up so much has faded the first few days but now the thought of throwing up is still ruining my appetite.

"say ah..."

I'm looking down when I notice he's come to sit next to me, putting a fork an inch from my face with a huge cucumber piece on it. "come on...just a little bit."

I open my mouth, trying so hard not to gag when he shoves it in my mouth. I chew hard and fast, wanting to get it over with and he seems pleased.

"you know...when joon is fussy about eating I give him a kiss after every bite."

I choke on the food and he pats my back, chuckling. The mischief in his eyes...when did he get so bold?!

"sorry...but the offer stands whenever you want." He winks at me, going back to his seat in front of me. I can't help but laugh when I stop coughing. "you couldn't wink back then. Remember I gave you private lessons? You've gotten so much better."

I feel like dying, the little food in my stomach feeling like stone. I'm still irritated about that fucking group therapy I had to sit through today, dark thoughts lingering in my mind. I just want to go to sleep and forget about everything and maybe not wake up.

But I keep up the act for his sake since that detox made him go through hell. I think he's traumatized...

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"you just had an entire bottle before we came here. I think you can last at least a day with that...where did you even put all that..."

I grit my teeth and cut his cheerful rambling off. "will you shut up for a second? My head fucking hurts."

I'm lying on a hospital bed in a private room in a stupid floral hospital gown, feeling the withdrawal kick in after 8 hours from my last drink. He's sitting beside me, keeping me company as he likes to say but he's too loud and annoying. 

Also, I don't like him to see my condition deteriorate. It's s much uglier than what he read on the internet. I'm already sweating like a fucking waterfall.

He pouts at what I say, looking down. "are you in pain? The nurse told me to call them if you were."

I sneer. "it's gonna get more fucking painful so I advise you to stay quiet or I'll shut you up myself."

He pales at my words, just like me. it's like the alcohol was keeping a dragon sleeping in me, and now it's awake and nothing can stop it.

He tries to further the distance of his chair from the bed without me seeing but I notice and honestly, he's doing us both favors.

I close my eyes, trying to focus on the sound of his breathing. "give me your hand." I mumble and he doesn't hear me. "what? Sorry I..."

I 'm now frustrated, yelling. "I said give me your hand!"

When he puts his hand in mine, I feel better with the warmth of it. he chuckles. "your hands are big. I feel like a hobbit."

The sides of my lips go up, despite my rapid heartbeat that actually makes it hard to breathe. "hobbits are short and so are you but their hands and feet are big."

He huffs but I can detect his playful tone with my eyes shut. "well, fuck you. I'm gonna save middle earth."

He's actually distracting me pretty well, squeezing my hand from time to time. "not without Aragorn."

He snorts. "don't tell me that's you. you're Gimli in your best days."

I chuckle, my body starting to ache. "at least he had mean ax skills while Frodo was a damsel in distress waiting for others to save him."

He giggles. "why are we fighting again? You can be Aragorn for all I care and I'm Gandalf."

I open my eyes, looking at his grinning face, his eyes moon-like. "why would you want to be an ancient wrinkly wizard with an enlarged prostate?"

He bursts out laughing. The sound feels great and I actually don't know why I thought it was annoying minutes ago. "well for one he was wise...and loyal. I also like magic. I like elves too but they were close-minded at times, too immersed in their own world to see others suffering."

I'm not even smiling anymore. "you just had to turn it into a philosophical debate, didn't you?!"

He smiles, leaning down to kiss my sweaty cheek, making me blush even more. "I know you like it. we used to do it all the time. now relax and tell me what you need."

Hours later, jimin's dozing up sitting up when I shout at the shadowy figure in front of my bed. "fuck off!"

He's startled and awake in a second, pushing the button for the nurse to come. Hallucinations are the ugliest part of detox for me...

The sedate me, helping me sleep for some hours before I wake up. I get a little worse in the second 24 hours but slowly get better in the third, ready to be discharged.

Jimin has bags under his eyes, following my every move with his weary eyes. I've lost count of how many times I yelled at him to shut up or "get the fuck out". He's been nothing but patient though he cried more frequently than I like to admit, staring at me with sad and fearful eyes, covering his mouth to stop whimpers from coming out.

But he never left, even once, and held my hand till the end. His tiny hobbit hands fit perfectly against mine...

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who else loves Tolkien's world? I rewatch the movies and reread the books every year like a ritual. it's really amazing for him to make such a novel and detailed fictional world that people still can't make something without a trace of him in it.