Forget Me Not

Chapter Five

Jimin had messed up. Jimin had messed up big time. Dinner was already halfway over, and he had yet to show up. Despite how sunny the day was previously, it had started to rain. Which in turn meant the green house would get even colder than normal, and Sammy would have to wait in the cold longer if he had gone straight to dinner. So he had bolted through the rain after his final class to go and get his cat from the greenhouse only to bolt back to his common room.

He was soaked from head to toe, almost certain he was going to catch a cold. Even as he bolted down the halls to get to the Great Hall, the thoughts of Yoongi's face when he sees him, late, all of them probably getting ready to go, his promise broken. He hated the thought, so he tried to run faster. But he only ate one half of a sandwich that day, he wasn't running off of much.

But finally, as the shortness of breath began to overtake him, he approached the doors to the Great Hall, hoping to every god out there that he could get in undetected from the other students. It was unlikely, being one of ten or so asians in the entire school, but he hoped that maybe most of them couldn't see that well as he slowly pushed the door open.

He stuck his head in, droplets of water falling from his hair and onto the ground. If he remembered correctly, they all sat at the Gryffindor table. So his head quickly looked over in that direction. Sure enough, there was the group of six, all of them grabbing their bags from under the table and beginning to sling them on their backs.

Of course Jimin was too late.

But he slipped into the Hall anyways, walking in with his head down over to the table. His sweater stuck to his arms, his black jeans sticking to his thighs, his socks soaked. It was a walk of shame. The way all of the voices quieted down at his appearance, how he could feel all of the eyes on him- it was a hell. And Jimin knew he deserved it. Every last beading eye he deserved. Every scoff and snicker he deserved. Every comment- he deserved. He broke a promise- he deserved some sort of punishment for it.

So he walked up behind Yoongi, head down and hidden, tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he balled up his fists at his sides, so angry at himself for being himself. Angry that he even had the balls to walk up to them.

"Uh... Yoongi?" Hoseok, who was sitting across from Yoongi, said. "You have a visitor..."

He felt the motion of Yoongi turning to look at him, but before the elder had time to speak to someone,- Jin, by the sound of the voice, was spelling him dry. Why didn't he think of that?

Then there were arms around him- they didn't belong to Yoongi, so by the jealous burning glare coming from Jungkook that stood to his left, he could only assume it was Taehyung.

"Hyung said you said you'd come!" He said excitedly- why was he excited? Jimin wasn't there like he promised. He held back guilty tears with all his might.

"I- I tried," he stammered. He couldn't say much, he knew he couldn't. He would start crying if he started talking too much. So he simply just stood there, arms to his sides as Taehyung hugged him.

"Okay, Tae, I think he gets the idea," Jungkook was painfully forcing a laugh. "You can let go of him now."

"Can I hug you instead?" He asked innocently,- and Jimin swore he could hear Hoseok squeal. Then the sound of him being swatted on the shoulder.

"Why would you even ask that?" Jungkook laughed, the anger quickly replaced with happiness. He really was whipped, wasn't he?

Jiimin could feel the rest of the table's eyes on him as Taehyung let him go, moving over to his platonic boyfriend. Jimin didn't know what to say. There was nothing to say.