Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter thirty one (part one)

"Sorry but I don't feel bad enough to attend his funeral...you can go." Jimin says as he's splayed out on the couch, his stomach so big I'm wondering if we're having twins. He's seven months along now, not having gone out of the house for nearly three months, spending his time knitting clothes for joon and the baby, sometimes me or the others, even Eunha when he got too bored at some point, cooking when he feels like it and helping joon with his school work he seems to be struggling with.

The only time I could get him out of the house was a month ago for an ultrasound; it was a disaster. He made me park the car right in front of the clinic though it had a sign saying not to, wearing my long black overcoat, walking fast to avoid being out in the open.

"no baby it's clay, not cley. C-L-A-Y." jimin explains to an exasperated joon sitting beside him,his notebook and textbook open on his lap, his hair disheveled from him pulling at it in frustration. Jimin was worried at first, asking me if joon had a lower than normal IQ and I couldn't help but snort at the thought. The kid has a high IQ but he's also playful and lazy, not listening in class very well. That's why he cries the night before exams in distress, not because he's mentally uncapable.

About the funeral...Kwang's dead...finally? I feel like I'm a terrible person for thinking this way but I can't help my mind wandering to the thought. His funeral is tomorrow and I was hoping it would make jimin come out of the house, quiting being a caveman but he has other plans.

One of his hands is caressing joon's hair –cause he thinks he might learn better if we spoil him- while the other is mindlessly rubbing against his stomach, smiling when he feels a kick.

I'm worried about his mental state. he already seems a little depressed and I'm afraid he'll have a high chance of post-partum depression. Taehyung hinted at him going through it in the past when he saw jimin's condition but refused to elaborate, saying it's not his place to.

He and Jungkook had been mostly staying in the UK, coming here from time to time see us...well mostly joon. they seem to have a good relationship though it seems tense between them at times.

Joon whines about missing his papa. Jungkook signed a contract with an agency in the UK and he can't stay here much. I think he's irresponsible for suddenly cutting off joon like this...he could at least ease him into it, though he visits twice a month.

But I guess their relationship is on the edge, needing extra care and time and being away from each other doesn't really help them mend it.

So I'm left alone to take care of joon –taking him to school and back and taking him out to the park frequently so he wouldn't feel bored- and try to keep jimin sane. My job is demanding and sometimes I need to be at the hospital in the night, worried sick about jimin hurting when I'm not there to help him.

I have him sleep with joon those nights, teaching him to call me if anything happened to his daddy. He looks so proud, puffing his chest, when he understands he's in charge of caring for his daddy like a big boy.

I sit on the armchair, just looking at them, feeling exhausted after coming back home from the hospital to cook dinner only to hear the news from jin who seemed not to give two fucks. Kwang really collected hearts left and right...but the thought of my mom worries me. she loved him though he never was a good father and she confronted him all the time.

Jimin is patiently trying to correct joon's endless mistakes, not giving a flying fuck to me. he's wearing a baggy shirt with thin sweats, feeling hot all the time...and horny as fuck.

I smell something burning, rushing to the kitchen. When I see the burnt pasta sauce I lose it, slaming my hands on the counter. "fuck!"

When jin called, I became distracted and forgot about it and now we don't have fucking dinner. Just fucking great!