SatansBitch: Hey buddy, did you ever get your pillow back?
SugaFree: Yeah, I did. I'm sorry that I was so rude. I thought this was someone else's number. My apologies, it won't happen again.
SatansBitch: Oh, okay. Well, I'm glad you got it back. Why was it so important anyway? I mean, it's just a pillow.
SugaFree: HEY! It is not just any pillow. It's a neck pillow. It's my lover, and I cherish it more than anything.
SugaFree: It's so comfy that it's like sleeping on a cloud... I love it.
Sugafree: But a friend of mine STOLE IT FROM ME WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.
SatansBitch: Ah, I see. So they basically stole your Husband. Lol.
SatansBitch: Or your wife. I don't like to make assumptions.
SatansBitch: Speaking of, I don't even know your name. I'm Sydney, what's your name?
SugaFree: Oh! I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Min Yoongi, but you can call me Suga or Yoongi if you prefer.
SatansBitch: You know, you text very properly.
SugaFree: I'm... sorry?
SatansBitch: No! No, I just think it's cool. Most people my age type like they don't know how to speak their own language lmao
SugaFree: I've been told that I type the way I speak , so I guess I am pretty proper in my language skills. You're not too bad yourself, Sydney.
SugaFree: Anyway, I've got to go. I have some errands to run. Have a good day!
~~~
Yoongi's POV
(Before the Texts above)
"Taehyung, if you ever want to see your mid-twenties, then stop touching my stuff!" I yelled as I walk around the younger boys bedroom, finding items of mine here and there.
"Hey! Don't take back the headband! It's my favorite!" Taehyung whined and tried to take my things back from me. "Can't I just keep one thing?!" He continued to pout.
I shake my head at him dismissively, "No, you little klepto. These are my things, not yours! If you want to borrow something from me just ask."
"Well then can I borrow all the stuff you're taking away?" He tried to do aegyo, but it failed. It's like he doesn't know who he's talking to.
I walk out of the room without even saying another word after grabbing the rest of my stolen items. When I make it back to my room I reorganize my shelves a little bit before laying down with my love, the neck pillow.
When I'm finally comfy, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
"Taehyung, if you're texting me right now, I will smash your phone!" I, kind of, said to myself. I take a look at the screen and smile. The wrong number I texted earlier messaged me to see if I got my pillow back.
'Oh, how sweet.' I laughed at my own thought. Even though this person is a stranger, they seem rather kind. I should text them a quick apology so they don't think too badly of me...
~ Short little time skip~
Sadly, after just a few minutes of texting back and forth, I had to end the conversation due to some small errands. Maybe I'll text Sydney when I'm done.. It could be nice to have someone new to talk to.
AN: Hello again! I hope this part makes up for how short the first part was. And I hope that the plot will be easy to follow? I don't know. It all makes sense in my head, but whenever it on the actually page IT GETs all JUMBLED?? Anyway, thanks for reading! ❤️😁
ALSO! I'm sorry that i put the texts before the rest of it! I'm still new to this so if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry! I'll try to do better!
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The Pillow | Yoongi
Fanfiction'A bad date, a ferris wheel, a diner, a jar of pickles, and a pillow. These things tied our strings of fate together.' As the truth would have it- You can love someone that you met two weeks ago, more than someone you've known for two years. Time i...
