the day i met min yoongi, my life went downhill. i was just blinded by it all.
"Ya. your hair is a mess." he smiled and wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. i was wearing one of his shirts, and it fit me not quite like namjoon's. but yoongi was always so sweet and caring, and i knew he would never mean the things he did with a few drinks in him. you knew he didn't. because he loved you. he loved you so much, that you started to throw away namjoon's notes, so he wouldn't have to worry. yeah. that was it.
now here you were, messing around and placing clothes in the wash. he checked the pockets on everything he put in to wash. that was when he grabbed namjoon's jacket. you reached over his shoulder and tried to pull it away.
"Yoongs, give me that it'-"
"y/n. what is this?" his tone caught and silenced your laughter.
"Its namjoons jacket, now give it back." having a tough time swallowing.
"No. This."
he pulled a note from the pocket, his eyes resembling the drunken version of himself.
your phone buzzed on the couch, and so did your head.
YOU ARE READING
notes ; namjoon
Fanficill preserve you in the tattered pages of this journal. book one of the heartbreak series.
