Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty (part two)

It's been a month and a half since I've gone into rehab. I'm feeling better, physically and a bit mentally. For the first time in long long time I'm feeling happy with a dose of fear that it would end.

Jimin has become so bold and cheerful. It's been a while since I've seen him so carefree. I think it's because that thing with bunnyshit is working out and joon is happy.

Speaking of joon, he's started bringing him around since a few weeks ago. I don't mind his presence but sometimes it just gets too much.

It's 12 AM and he's jumping on the couch, shouting with all force after watching that Barbie shit for two hours, pausing every five minutes to see a scene again. "I'm JUST LIKE YOU, YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME..."

He's been shouting for an hour and I'm really worried about his vocal cords right now...or maybe I just wish they would tear off already.

Jimin is making my lunch for the next day and I'm sitting on the couch as per his order, watching the devil ripping the other one off.

"joon could you please tone it down a b..."

He screams with all his power, evil shining in his eyes which are staring at mine. "THERE'S SOMEWHERE ELSE WE'D RATHER BE, SOMEWHERE THAT'S OURS, SOMEWHERE THAT DREAMS COME TRUE, YES I AM A GIRL LIKE YOU!"

I facepalm. "for fuck's sake! Do you know the whole song?! JIMIN!" at this point, I'm happy the walls are soundproof.

He comes out of the kitchen, his face tired and his hands wet, his cheek red with something like tomato paste, wearing an apron with hangover baby on it. "joon get down right now. Yoongi don't be a baby." He says exasperated, going back to the kitchen before I can come up with a retort.

Joon sticks his tongue out. "suck it!" my eyes widen and I've had enough. "that trash you made us watch? That sucks!" I'm not proud but at least I didn't let a six-year-old win...or did I?

Joon's face falls and fake tears immediately fill his eyes. "no no no..." I mutter and try to think of a way to amend the situation but joon starts wailing, fat tears coming down his face, and shouting daddy.

Jimin comes out of the kitchen, looking furious, getting his apron off with struggle and throwing it on the ground. His eyes are red from exhaustion and he's breathing heavily. When his eyes fall on me, I hear them screaming murder and I literally see steam coming out of his nostrils. Joon runs to him, hugging his legs. "he called me trash!"

My mouth is open and I'm speechless. Spawn of the devil indeed.

Jimin kneels down, eyes softening immediately. He wipes his wet face, whispering. "you know I have good hearing baby. I know he didn't call you that but he was rude to you and so were you. so both of you get timeout. Seem fair to you?"

Joon whines. "but it's not fair! He said Barbie is trash!" jimin sighs. "it's just a movie baby...and I agree that he shouldn't have said that but you said mean things too so I can't really take your side. Now please go to the room you have your things in, sit on the bed and think about what you did wrong till I come get you."

Joon who has stopped crying, huffs and stomps towards the room jimin's staying in while here. Jimin stands up, his eyes screaming murder again.

He crosses his arms on his chest, standing in front me, looking down at me. I have to angle my neck back till it's uncomfortable to look at his face. "it's the fucking thousandth time you bicker with him over shit. I didn't want to bring him here but he started feeling insecure about me not spending time with him so I had no choice. I thought he's gonna be the only kid in the house so what could go wrong? But seems like I have to deal with two fucking babies every day!"

He's trying too hard to keep his voice down, his face red from anger and I hate to say it but he intimidates me. I gulp. "I'm sorry...he was just..." I say in a small voice before he stops me with a hand dangerously close to my face. "please yoongi! Grow up! are you seriously giving me excuses for that?! Please don't make things harder than they already are! Can't you see why he's acting like this? he thinks I love you more than him! he wants me to catch you red-handed so I would take his side! And you're making it really easy by playing his childish game!"

he tries to breathe before going on with anger. "and you're making it fucking hard for me because every time I don't take his side in these stupid fights, he becomes more insecure and I have to go out of my way to make him feel better! Please just fucking...stop!"

I'm speechless, feeling like shit. I'm ashamed of the way I acted, not really aware of the effect it had on them both. I just saw this as passing time and having a bit of fun by making joon mad to satisfy my sadistic tendencies; I didn't even imagine jimin is struggling.

His voice is softer and his eyes sad now. "he has nightmares sometimes that I will leave him and go away with you. he's going through a rough time with Jungkook and that fucked up school and that's why I bring him with me almost every day so he won't feel left out. Can't you help me out a bit yoon?"

I stand up. "I'm so sorry jimin I had no idea it was...so bad. I just...I guess it felt good fooling around with a kid and thinking about meaningless things instead of reciting those therapy sessions in my head. I never wanted to make you suffer. I'm really...very sorry."

He deflates, hugging me out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his cheek on my shoulder, his breath hitting my neck and sending goosebump on my skin. "I know...I'm sorry I lashed out and talked to you that way...I didn't mean those things...I'm just a little stressed out because of everything going on." He seems so tired and my heart aches.

I hug him back, leading him so that we both sit on the couch with me still having one hand wrapped around his shoulder and him sticking to my side and hugging my waist, his head in the crook of my neck. "please tell me what's bothering you. maybe I could help?"

He sighs, his tense muscles relaxing a bit. "I've been trying to find a new school I could send joon to but all of them call those fuckers and when they find out why I pulled him out of there, they refuse to sign him up." his shoulders are shaking. "why should my baby suffer so much? How can they treat kids this cruel?!"

I get mad thinking about what he went through with these stupid people. I caress his soft blonde hair, sneakily kissing his head. I can't see his face but I think he's crying when I feel my shirt getting wet. "I'm sorry they're assholes baby...I'll ask around to see if there is somewhere good you could send him ok? Miyoung does check-ups in schools sometimes so maybe she knows something. Don't worry ok? See this as a break from boring classes for him. honestly, he's not missing out on much."

He sniffles, looking up with red wet cheeks and nose, his eyes shining with tears. I almost coo at his cute pout. "you think so? I know the things they teach them are not that serious but he's an only kid and I want him to socialize with other kids and play with them...isolating him is what worries me." I smile, wiping his tears with my thumbs, trying to change the mood. "we could always change that you know...him being an only child."

His pouty face quickly changes with shock and he looks mortified and speechless at my inappropriate joke. "wh...what?!" cute. He's stuttering now, unlike a few minutes ago when he was devouring me whole with his long speech.

Hi pretty people!

I lost my sense of smell a few days ago but I think it's coming back slowly so I'm gonna enjoy eating again :)