sticky notes [ yoonmin ]

t w e l v e

i was gonna write this chapter
but then i ended up watching diy
videos send help

also i have this lame movie
night at school and i so don't
wanna go but there's free food
so it's okay (update i ended up
leaving early even though it was
kinda fun but i gotta booty call so
i had too)

-

"i fucked up, hoseok!" yoongi yelled with anger, frustrated at himself.

"well yeah, you kinda did," his roommate answered while scrolling through his instagram timeline, munching on some cool ranch doritos. as predicted, yoongi now was frustrated with hoseok too.

"hoseok! help me out!" the shorter said, sitting down while blowing his bangs up ever so slightly.

"well you could start with not having a girlfriend,"

hoseok received and eye roll for this.

"i'll tell you what you should do, but first, do you like jimin?"

yoongi grunted. "yes of course i do,"

"well, do you like joona?"

this took longer for the older to think about. yes of course he likes joona, they'd been dating for almost seven years by know, and she was just so sweet to him. but still, jimin just seemed, different.

in a good way.

"well, yes but-"

"no if, ands or buts. it's clear now, you like jimin more," hoseok concluded, finally looking up from his phone, giving a shrug.

instead of giving another word, yoongi just landed his head in his hands, letting out a loud groan follow with a trail of different sounds, all adding up to nothing.

a hand landed on his shoulder.

"go talk to him yoongi. you fucked up, now fix your shit," the redhead said, ruffling his hyungs hair, who nodded.

"i should,"

so, yoongi got up, went into his room, and wrote one of his infamous sticky notes he'd hand jimin, or slide underneath the slit of wood blocking him if he'd let him stand outside. after slipping on his doctor martins and rolling up his sleeves cause, why wouldn't he, yoongi went to the door to exit.

when i saw a familiar face.

a familiar face he didn't wanna see right now, a face that somehow made his blood rush while she kissed him.

joona.

"surprise!" she yelled happily, showering him in kisses, and while the dominating sound was that of lips, in the background, there was a paper being crumpled up, and thrown onto the floor.

lana del rey's soft voice filled jimins ears while he walked around campus. his dance class started in exactly one hour from now, but he already left, to visit yoongi. namjoon convinced him to visit his crush, cause by ignoring him nothing would change, which was true.

he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second. of course it wouldn't be a drama cause it was yoongis fault, but still, he was a bit scared.

but he knocked.

knock

knock

knock

the door opened. and there stood yoongi.

lipstick mark on his cheek,

hair ruffled up,

the back of a head covered in black hair seated on the couch.

and jimin left. he didn't say a thing, turned around, and made his way to dance class. yoongi tried to reach out for him, but of course, he got dragged back in by joona.

jimin was at the end of the hallway, feeling a prickly sensation behind his eyes, but somehow, he spotted a bright pink note. it was crumpled up in a little ball, probably thrown to the side and kicked away while people walked past it.

he opened it up.

minnie, just so you know, i really really like you, and the next time joona and i stand eye to eye, i'll tell her about you. i really want to be with you jimin, i really do.

- yoons

bullshit. absolute bullshit, he thought, ripping it up and throwing the pieces across his shoulder.

-

did jimin and yoongi only have
one date?

yes.

did yoongi confess?

yes.

didn't yoongi just tell joona
he wasn't available for the next
weeks?

yes.

did i make her come over anyway?

yes.

is this story going dow hill?

yes it is! 😎😎

also if you have any questions
for me about the characters
or me personal, let me know!
i'll answer them all in the
comments cause i ain't famous
enough to do one of those
chapters where the characters
answer questions lmao.

- maria

psst. vote hoe.