penpals | yoonmin

XII

min yoongi

after i said really mean shit to that kid, i really did NOT expect anything back. it was only a matter of days before another letter returned and i really didn't feel like opening it. like i wanted to. he's.. okay. but i didn't want to have to write another letter. it seemed like too much effort. so i decided to wait until tomorrow to read it. i went downstairs and ate dinner with my mother who was in a good mood, talking to me about getting my grades up. i pretended i cared, but really, i wasn't going to change. i didn't need to be good at geometry to be a rapper. that's my passion. my mom doesn't understand me. i wish she would leave me alone about my grades though. it's hella annoying. 

when i went upstairs to chill in my room, my eyes were drawn to my desk that was scattered with paper, condoms (don't ask) and all sorts of little doohickeys. i ignored the colored envelope that lay on top. but i kept accidentally looking at it until i just got up and read it.