Forget Me Not

Chapter Twelve

Jimin bit his lip anxiously, the subtle metallic taste of the blood from his lip not bothering him as much as it should have. He was getting nervous that the three boys had gotten caught,- they were almost ten minutes late. Yoongi said they would be on time. But he had been biting his lip for seven minutes now- and now the blood from where his teeth had sunk into his own flesh had coated the entirety of his mouth in bitterness.

    To say he was worried for the small party was an understatement.

    But alas, he just sat at his spot utop the three small tents' bags, chewing on his lip while bouncing his leg. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever been this anxious. Sure, he got nervous when school started, mostly from the fear of the other students. But now, he was nervous for the other students,- his friends.

    His friends.

    His real friends- actual friends.

    Maybe.

    What Yoongi was really confused him. Because Taehyung felt like what all the books described as friendships. Tae made Jimin smile, laugh, comfortable. But Jungkook was different- more like an acquaintance, a silent protector. Jimin had noticed the few times Jungkook had told his housemates to, quote, "Shut the fuck up and leave the kid alone, you insecure dust dicks."

    But Joon and Jin were a different kind of people too. They were like,-... parents? It was hard to explain, the emotion of it. But they were the ones who asked how his day was, and if he ate enough for dinner. And Hoseok was more like a brother that Jimin never had,- they messed with each other, joked around and poked fun, and Hoseok protected him too. He told his housemates to leave him alone, even at the very beginning.

But Yoongi wasn't like that.  Yoongi was different. Yoongi was the guy in his wet dreams. Yoongi was the guy he enjoyed cuddling way too much. Yoongi was the one who helped him with his nightmares,- who stayed up at night to wake him up when the dreams got bad. The secretly sensitive one who was just scared of what his friends thought of him, the one who made Jimin's stomach feel weird, but a good weird. A butterflies type of feeling. The one who he could talk to for hours on end about nothing at all. The one who would listen patiently. The one who was always there.

His first real friend.

Maybe.

He didn't know what that was, because it didn't seem anything like the other friendships.

So he just sat, swiping the blood from his lip onto his thumb. The other three were sat in various locations, too. Seokjin and Namjoon were sprawled out on the grass together, chatting and laughing quietly while Namjoon pointed up at the sky. Astrology. Namjoon knew a lot about astrology. Meanwhile, Taehyung was sitting alone, humming a tune to himself as he picked some of the yellow dandelions from the ground and making it into some sort of flower crown.

With that, Jimin sighed, standing up and walking over to the couple. He had a few questions, and he was worried and just needed to stop worrying. At least that's what he told himself as he laid down next to Jin with a sigh.

"How much longer do you think they should be?" he asked, not turning his head but instead just looking up at the star lit sky.

Jin titled his head up, looking across the pitch black field. "Ten minutes and then we go looking." He decided, "Hoseok needs to go slow sometimes, Hun.". Namjoon hummed in agreement, turning to look over at him, blinking the imprints of the stars out of his eyes.

"It's been eleven minutes," Jimin sighed. So much for not worrying. Just change the subject. "How do you know the difference between a friend and a more than friend?"