Forget Me Not

Chapter Fifteen

After they had packed up from lunch, they walked again. They walked nonstop. They had decided that they had eaten enough for lunch to hold off until night, so they just kept walking through their meal time. Hoseok had had to use his inhaler twice, Jungkook and Taehyung had to walk holding Joon and Jin's hand after the second time they tried to run off, Yoongi stayed silent and, Jimin's legs hurt.

    But by about nine at night, they had stopped in a clearing, and Jimin almost cried tears of happiness. But he didn't, instead, he just all out collapsed on the floor and went to sleep, right then and right there.

    It wasn't until about an hour later when he got woken up by Yoongi, the man telling him that he needed to eat, which led him to where he was now. Sitting down on a log, bowl of cereal in his hands as the other boys sat around the fire Yoongi had started to keep warm. Jimin was still cold, despite the jacket and fire, but he decided to keep quiet about it. Yoongi had done so much already.

    "But yeah," Hoseok smiled, wrapping up one of his random stories like how he would do in the common room before bed. "That was what Vancovor was like."

    "I don't get it." Tae said, taking a bite of some of his own food, "Why travel without like,- the love of your life there with you?"

    "Tae, you and Jungkook travel together all the time." Jin frowned. He leant up against Namjoons leg, the younger eating as Jin watched the flames flicker.

    "I know." The Animagus responded by taking another bite.

    "Yeah," Jungkook laughed, scooping some of his own cereal with a fork. The reason being that well you see, if you use a fork, then it strains out the milk. And the milk is just there for a bit of sogginess so it isn't all cronch, so, I just strain the milk. Do you like watery pasta? No. You let it marinate so it gets soggy until your liking. Don't question me, Jimin. You may be older but I am still wiser. "We already invited you guys to our wedding."

"Confess before I RSVP." Yoongi muttered, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. The blonde chucked another log into the fire,- the flames grew. None of them really cared about the light, as Yoongi and Namjoon both had warded the area with immense care.

"Confess and maybe I'll confess," Jungkook glared over.

"Oh, do you like someone, chérie?" Jimin smiled, beaming over at Yoongi. Ever since the talk they had during lunch, Jimin had been trying out every pet name he could think of, hoping one of them would make Yoongi blush the way he made Jimin blush. Chérie was what Jimin's dad called his mom.

Deep down, Jimin hoped Yoongi would say yes, and that that person he liked was Jimin. Maybe? It was hard to tell. But Yoongi was doing what he saw people in movies do, and couples on the street do, and what, well, couples do. So it would make sense, but Jimin didn't quite understand if his feelings were what they were supposed to be yet. Yoongi doing all of the things he did made Jimin giddy, and happy, and like he was walking on air,- but was that just friendship? Or more?

He didn't know. He wasn't sure if he would ever know.

"Maybe." He said, "Your's, it's mutual, Kook."

"He'll be lucky, Kook, really." Tae spoke around his spoon. An idiot, honestly.

"I'll be the lucky one,-" Jungkook smiled a little sadly. Could the two not just kiss already? Jimin knew not the slightest thing over how romance really worked but he just knew those two needed to do something. "I just hope he likes me the same way I like him."

"Anyways," Hoseok sighed. "We should get going to sleep, don't you guys think? We could wake up earlier tomorrow and maybe cut some time off the day. Then we could get to Jimin's parent's place by night time."