Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter eighteen (part one)

It's been a week since yoongi's confession and I'm thinking about it all the time, wanting to know more but I don't want to push him.

"whatcha thinking about?"

I look up, smiling at tae's wide eyes. How can he be so cute and then intimidating a second after?

"just...stuff." I mumble, playing with the delicious lasagna tae made; one of joon's favorite foods, who's now asleep after eating his meal and brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas "himself", without our help as he likes it lately.

He puts his chin on his palms, ignoring my unwillingness to talk. "so listen. I know it's important to you that joon has a relationship with that fucker."

I blink slowly, looking up. "excuse me? do you mean his father that we shouldn't talk shit about?"

He chuckles, his eyes shining in mischief. "whatever. I'm slowly planting the idea in his head...but just for you. I clearly stated my opinion before but who cares, right?"

I sigh, putting the fork down. "tae you know that's not true...you have a right in everything about joon just as much as I do but this...this isn't really ours to decide. He'll regret not meeting his father and not knowing if he could ever have something good with him!"

His eyes are stormy and the cuteness is long gone. "I just...I...I'm his father for fuck's sake! He didn't do anything to earn it...he just gave his sperm and it took him what? Ten minutes?! I don't want someone like him to come out of the blue and take him away from me! he doesn't deserve joon!" he's yelling at the end and I'm stunned, not knowing he was hurt this much.

He's breathing heavily but his eyes are starting to show regret. "I'm...I'm sorry I yelled...but I'm not sorry about how I feel!" he says in a normal voice, the sides of his lips down.

I drink my cup of water in one breath until it's empty to cool down and get my thoughts straight. I feel guilty for not seeing him hurt in front of my eyes.

"thanks for telling me how you feel...really. I didn't know it was such a big deal to you but tae...no one can replace you for joon, not in a million years. I'm the one who gave birth to him but he prefers your company to me! I don't think jungkook can be who you are to him, never."

He sighs, his shoulders deflating, looking down. "what if he's cooler than me." his pout makes me laugh and coo at him. "so cute!...no tae. even if joon likes him, he'll have his own place, not yours...and I'm so proud of you making him accept kook even when you feel this way about it."

He smiles sideways at this, putting a piece of broccoli from joon's plate which he sneakily didn't eat in his mouth. "thanks..."

I giggle at his cuteness. "you should tell me these things tae...don't let them bother you."

He nods, chewing another piece.

Jungkook should be the one scared of his competition.

***

"if you empty your plate, I'll give you three kisses."

Yoongi looks unamused. "no thanks."

"on the lips." I smirk when he chokes on his spit and his cheeks turn pink.

"Whatever." he mumbles but picks his fork up again.

He's been in rehab for three weeks now. He's doing well, not making trouble even once. I'm almost suspicious if he has alcohol stashed somewhere I didn't find when I turned his house upside down to dealcoholize it.

His cheeks are puffy, full of food. I grin. "eager to finish? At least chew before you swallow."

He drinks a whole cup of water to get it down and then holds his plate up. "done."

I giggle at his innocent smile. "ok...go do something while I wash these."

He's only gotten better from his cold and is gonna go back to the institution tomorrow. I've been staying with him mostly but sometimes Miyoung took over.

I dry my hands and go look for him and hear faint noises from his room. I open the half-open door and go in. seeing him crouching down in front of his drawer and fumbling with somethings makes my heart drop. I go forward as quietly as I can and try to see what he's doing. "what is that?"

He's startled, slamming the drawer shut. He stands up quickly and turns around to face me, leaning against the drawer like he wants to protect it. I hope it's my imagination.

He gulps, smiling nervously. "nothing."

I frown and go forward, putting my hand on his shoulder to push him out of the way as gently as I can but he doesn't move an inch. My patience is wearing thin. "get out of the way. I need to make sure."

His face falls and he looks down. "it's not what you think so please...let it be."

I glare at him, at this point too sure of my assumption. "if it's not, then let me see it."