dear yoongi,
taehyung asked me today if we could exchange numbers and so i told him the truth and said i don't have a phone. and he was confused and said "what kind of 17-year-old doesn't have a phone??" and i dunno it kinda bummed me out.
of course he didn't mean to make me upset and he felt bad but still...
i really wish i could have a phone. that would make this so much easier. i could at least hear your voice, and text you, and we could talk about our days together easier...
of course i kinda expected exchanging letters would work...but you still haven't written back...
but i won't lose hope yet! i'm sure you will one day.
if you're getting these. there's no way you can't be getting my letters, so i have confidence you're at least reading them.
i hope they make your day! or at least make you smile.
miss your gummy smile, yoongi.
from,
jimin
YOU ARE READING
ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ || ʏᴏᴏɴᴍɪɴ ✔️
Fanfictionyoongi's best friend moves to a city on the other side of the country. a year later, yoongi discovers a box his mother hid from him. a box filled with letters from his friend.
