Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty two (part three)

His face falls with embarrassment and I want to hit myself. "no! I didn't mean that you're too fast it's just that I'm...weird, ok?"

He seems curious now. "what do you mean, weird?"

I sigh and look down at his full thighs on either side of me. any man would've devoured him by now yet here I am, trying to explain my fucked up tendencies.

"I...the way I was introduced to...to sex...it wasn't...wasn't...normal?"

I can see it in his frown that he's trying to decrypt my words. "do you mean...when you were with your mom back then?"

I nod and busy myself with organizing his messy hair to keep my rapid irregular heartbeat in check. He leans into my hands, kissing my wrist and I can't help smiling. "I'm sorry Yoongi but...you need to tell me more. I...need to know."

It's the first time he's demanding me to talk and I know it's because it affects him too. he should know why his boyfriend gets stiff every time they are trying to go further than kissing. "I ...saw her having sex...that's the...the only thing I can tell you ok?"

I'm close to hyperventilating if he pushes me any further and he does. "so that means you don't like to...have sex? Ever?"

I try to get him off me and he looks hurt. "I just don't...get off me!"

He's now upset and confused, shoved away on the couch beside me. I stand up and go to my room, locking the door.

***

"I didn't expect to see you here...and honestly, I thought you were here to see hoseok...but good to see you anyway. How can I help you?"

I shake my head, my hands clammy from nerves. I need to know and he's the only one besides Yoongi who might give me some answers.

I'm currently sitting in front of uncle Minho on the leather seats in that tall building I visited before with jin, feeling like it was a mistake to come here. What if he gets mad and hurt that I went behind his back?

"I...maybe I should go you're busy..." He sighs. "sit down Jimin. I have a feeling I know what you're here for."

He takes beers out of his mini-fridge and puts one in front of me. "that boy fills these fridges with anything he likes...not minding our age."

I put my hands around the cold can to cool down a bit. "I'm sure it's about Yoongi...something he's not willing to do or say?"

I look up, deciding to just go with it. "do you what happened to Yoongi before you took him in?"

His face is blank but I can see the disturbing memories in his eyes. "if he doesn't want to tell you, don't you think you should wait or just respect his decision?"

I huff, pouting a bit childishly. "it's important. I need to know why he acts in...certain ways. Believe it or not, what me and Yoongi have is really important to me and I don't wanna lose it but right now, it's like we're getting more distant every day."

He smiles a bit. "you really like him, huh?"

I muster my courage and stare into his eyes. "more like love and I deserve to know what he's dealing with. I can't help him if I don't."

He takes a sip of his beer, looking at his watch. "we have 15 minutes before I have a meeting so I'm gonna give you an idea and you gotta dig the rest yourself." I purse my lips together but nod nonetheless. It's the best I can get out of him...for now.

"When I saw him for the first time, he was so little for his age...a result of malnutrition and starving and not seeing the sun for a long time. aside from that, he was emotionally...unstable. He had gone through and witnessed things that would be too much even for an adult. I'm gonna give you a hint...he wasn't...raped in the common sense of the word but he was made to watch his mother having sex...not the normal way too. he had been touched too...made to touch himself...and time's up."

He leaves me stunned, understanding his aversion towards getting intimate better now but it also makes me disturbed and upset that he went through that.

***

"I'm gonna give you two choices. Talk to me or your therapist."

I have a splitting headache as a result of jimin's whining for the past hours and I'm this close to snapping at him. "what if I don't? what are you gonna do about it?"

He looks me straight in the eyes. "break up with you."

My breath hitches because he's so serious. "are you that horny you can't live without my dick?!"

His face falls and tears fill his eyes in an instant. Great. Now I've made him cry. He goes to his room, slamming the door behind him, making me flinch.

***

"what are you doing here?" his voice is scratchy and he's still half-asleep.

He turns to me and I put the blanket down, hovering on top of him. it's 2 AM and he's been deep asleep, confused when I got into his bed beside him. it's only been a few hours since I made him upset with my stupid words. I've been thinking for the past hours and I'm gonna get it over with.

I gently take his thighs, opening them enough for me to get between them. He's wearing shorts and a thin Tshirt. Great.

I try to get distant from my body and empty my mind, not feeling anything because I don't want to throw up on him while we're having sex. "wha..." his question turns into a quiet moan when I start kissing his neck, caressing his sides a little forcefully. He wraps his arms and legs around me, forcing my hips down on his.

I gasp and close my eyes tightly, trying to get the feeling of being trapped between his arms and legs out of my mind.

I take his shirt off and start sucking on his nipples, his grip on me tightening and I'm struggling to breathe but I continue anyway, palming him with a shaky hand. He moans loudly at this, bucking his hips up into my hand. "yoon...yoongi! Stop...stop baby!"

He shoves me away, flipping our positions so he's on top of me, pinning my wrists beside me. it's only then that he fully notices my hyperventilating, his eyes sorry and releasing tears. "do you think I love you only for this?!"

hi beautiful people :)

I hope you're not unhappy with the slow pace. I try to speed things up but I think the development is important but don't worry we'll get there :) also, we have more than one BTS ship in this story :) can you guess who?