Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter thirty two (part two)

I take him upstairs to Joon's room, opening the door. I hold it open for him, pushing him inside gently. "I didn't change anything...you can choose everything you wanna do to your room and we'll have it ready in a few days."

He's looking at all the toys, the big swing and slide set in the corner of the huge room, the car bed in the middle making him almost bounce in excitement though it needs to be bigger for him.

I stand in front of him, taking his hands and forcing him to look up at me.

"I got you some clothes and stuff though I think they would be big for you...take a shower and put them on. Rest for today and we'll go shopping tomorrow. Ok?"

He's a pretty kid. Plump rosy lips which are chapped from dehydration probably, big green eyes, perfect nose. His hair is different shades of brown, cut carelessly. He needs a haircut and he'll look like the prince he is.

He nods, still in shock from what he's seeing. I don't thinkg he expected for me to be rich.

I point to the door right to us. "bathroom. I'll come back up after you've finished."

I almost run down the stairs after closing the door to his room, seeing kook sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the black screen of the TV.

I sit on the armchair, giving him so space in case he'll be too mad. I may be the bulkier between us but he has a mean punch.

He looks up, arms crossed on his chest. "well?" an eyebrow raised and...he looks hot?

Am I really starting to get attraced to him? now of all times?

I shake my head to stop these thoughts. Now's not the time. "remember I told you about my mom?" he nods, still suspicious. "she died giving birth...not from cancer as I told you before."

He frowns, connecting the dots. "then he's...your brother?! Why would you lie to me?"

I sigh, leaning forward and rubbing my face in my hands. "I was sixteen at the time when they gave him up for adoption and I didn't hear anything from him for a long time till a few months ago."

He just gets more and more confused. "where is his father? You said you dad died when your mom was pregnant with you, right?"

I nod, avoiding his eyes. "yeah...he was a married man in an affair with my mom and he wanted the kid at first cause his wife couldn't have kids and mom kept them...the twins despite knowing she's too weak to survive just so he would take care of us but one died and Jaime was born with a heart condition and he didn't want him."

I say it all in one breath, wanting to get it out as soon as possible. I'm feeling nauseas, wanting to go hug the toilet for an hour but he's not giving up, voice stern. "what's changed now? Wasn't he adopted?"

I put my fingers through my hair, pulling on them. "he was going through families in the foster system. As you saw he's in a bad condition. Called me to ask me for help and I did the process to officialy adopt him and..."

He gasps. "you adopted him? why didn't you tell me before?"

I'm sweating from the nerves; I can't kick Jaime out now and I want kook to stay...is he gonna make me choose?

Cause I think it's gonna be Jaime...

He scoffs. "you've been doing it for months but decided to let me know when he gets here?" I can't take it anymore, running to the nearest bathroom and emptying my stomach. I hear his footsteps behind me, rubbing my back. "it's ok...I'm not against him being here."

I lean back, my vision darkening from the force of hurling my guts.

He half smiles, sitting beside me on the floor. "I'm happy you're helping him but...it's just that you didn't tell me let alone discuss it with me. am I that...insignificant in your decisions? It's gonna affect both of us...were you gonna force me into accepting or just kick me out if it didn't work out?" he takes in a shaky breath, eyes teary with a hint of betrayal. "I'm...I'm feeling so small. I thought...I thought we had something good going on here for us! why would you act like this? are we not equal?"