Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty one (part two)

I decide to go with jimin tonight since Miyoung texted me this morning, saying that hobi was so drunk when he got home that he spilled the beans on jimin and me.

Great job hobi.

Jimin is anxious, biting on his nails. "aunt hyujin's gonna be so mad...and even if I tell them the truth now they won't believe me!"

I'm staring at the white wall in front of me, thinking about mom's reaction. I'm not worried about dad since he's cool about things most of the time but mom...I think she's so shocked and disappointed in me...

I begin hitting the floor with my foot, thinking that a drink is what I need to calm down right now. I'm close to a panic attack and if she reacts to me the way I think tonight, I'm not gonna make it.

Jimin notices my distress and surprises me by straddling my thighs, putting the palms of his hands behind him on my knees to stop the movement. I look up to see his faint smile. "it's ok. Whatever it is, we'll face this together. Ok?"

I nod, feeling a little better when he hugs me and puts his forehead on the side of my neck. His calm breathing calms me down in a few minutes and I find my hands wrapped around his waist without even thinking about it. he snuggles closer, his body heat comforting me even more. When I feel a kiss on my neck, I shiver and call out his name. "what...what are you doing?!" I can hear his smile. "distracting you."

I chuckle and pinch his side, making him scream. "I should be the one distracting you!"

He raises his head to look me in the eyes and I see a glimpse of the 15-year-old jimin who used to be so carefree. "then let's distract each other..." before I can think about dirty things he grins and continues. "by talking about you."

I sigh and look away. he's been trying to get me to talk since I told him she was a prostitute and it doesn't seem like he'll be giving up anytime soon so I decide to give him safe information. "what do you wanna know?"

He gives me an eye-smile. "about before you came to live with them." The non-existent distance between our bodies and his beautiful smile is encouraging me to talk a little; so I take a deep breath, keeping my hands on his tiny waist to feel him and relax. "well...I didn't go to school because we didn't have any money and...she didn't care honestly."

He nods, a little frown on his pretty face...God, I'm so whipped.

"did she always do that or it happened somewhere along the line?" I almost smile at his hesitance to say the real word. "no she didn't... we were actually ok at first but the money wasn't enough so she started doing that...when you get into something like this, you never really get out...unless dead."

He's pouting, deep in thought with sad eyes. "how was she like?"

Now, this is a touchy subject. I try to swallow but my throat is suddenly dry and my hands tighten on him, my eyes fixed on the cute little mole on the side of his neck. "she was...ok."

Jimin gives me a look which says "don't be ridiculous". "could you be more specific? Did she...hit you?"

I'm feeling a bit dizzy by the pressure of going through the fucked up memories. "not much...only when I became clingy and bothered her...can we stop? I don't want to talk about it."

He's pursing his lips together but I see understanding his eyes. "ok...you did great. thank you for telling me these. We'll talk more later...no rush." I resist the urge to roll my eyes and he chuckles. "now your reward for being a good boy." He leans forward, softly kissing beside my lips and before I can recover from the shock, he's off me running towards his room, giggling.

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"you've grown so much!"

I'm a little surprised at the way dad is squeezing a shocked and much shorter jimin in his arms like a doll. He tries to smile. "yeah...you too?"

Dad chuckles, breaking the hug and holding jimin's shoulder, looking at him with shining eyes. "still have that dope sense of humor huh?" jimin giggles and nods and I smile hearing that...then my eyes fall on mom who is throwing daggers at me. "long time no see. Did you forget the address?"

I gulp and go towards her to take her hand but she takes a step towards jimin instead, ignoring me completely. "come here chimmy...I'm sorry you had to leave here like that." Jimin doesn't hug her and instead takes a subtle step back towards me. "it's ok. It was for the better." Her face falls but she doesn't say anything.

Aunt hyujin looks blankly at us. I think Miyoung has convinced her not to hate us but it doesn't mean she's gonna love us. "welcome." Jimin has a little smile. "thanks for inviting us." She scoffs. "don't thank me. if it was up to me..." uncle Youngjae comes down the stairs, cutting her off with a stern look. "enough hyujin." He then goes towards jimin and hugs him like dad. I think these two are spending too much time together. "my pretty nephew...I'm sorry I wasn't here when you came. I could've contained him a bit...anyway! I'm so happy to see you again. how are you? How's Daehyun? I haven't heard from him for a long time."

Jimin tenses in his arms and breaks the hug with a fake smile. "haven't seen or heard about him in years thankfully." Uncle's face falls and he wants to say something but I interrupt. "not worth talking about really." He frowns at me but raises his hand towards the big dining table. "let's sit down. hoseok and seokjin will be here any minute...Miyoung told me she has a shift tonight so she's not gonna make it."

Miyoung's dad died of a brain tumor when we were kids and aunt daeun, the twins' mom had gotten a divorce a few years ago and doesn't come here anymore. Thank god for it or there would have been more awkward confrontations.

We sit at the table, maids starting to put food on the table when Eunha rushes down the stairs with rosy cheeks and shiny eyes, her long black hair flying behind her. "hi! Sorry I'm late...homework!"

it was international sex workers day a few days ago...the only thing we can do is respect them and not verbally abuse them if we can't do anything to end the violence and exploitation against them. it's what I've been trying to do; changing my mindset about them and trying to put myself in their shoes so that I can understand and respect them more. I hope I've been successful :)