Hello my single awesome reader. Welcome to Talk To Me. Yes it's a fan fiction. Yes it's a Yoongi x Y/N. So if you've made a mistake and do NOT want to read something like this, consider this your warning. Let's see how this goes.
If you missed the description, here it is again, in all its run-on glory:
Y/n and Yoongi have been put into a difficult situation. And by difficult they mean they have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. And by "this situation" they mean the screaming red head, the mass of panicking chickens with a square-mouthed boy meditating in the middle of them while a more muscular one runs around trying to (unsuccessfully) catch them, a small pastel-haired boy curled up on the roof rocking back and forth, a usually-intelligent man struggling to put a door back into its frame, and an unusually handsome one crying over a broken bottle of soy sauce.
"Should we run? Or..."
"Do you think we could get far enough?"
See you on the other side, (or in the next chapter)
- M
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Talk To Me
FanfictionY/n and Yoongi have been put into a difficult situation. And by difficult they mean they have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. And by "this situation" they mean the screaming red head, the mass of panicking chickens with a square-mou...
