yoongi:
rise & shine chum
sent 6:03 a.m.
seen 10:27 a.m.
me:
god damn
u woke up hella early
yoongi:
practice mane🗿🗿🗿
me:
suks 4 u
yoongi:
it do be like that sometimes
me:
wow ok i see u
stealin my lingo
wuts ur schedule like?
yoongi:
bitch you been stealing my lingo fym
& working for 17+ hours
sleeping for at MOST 7 hours & that's only every once a blue moon😩
me:
bye no i don't you be stealing mine
yoongi:
i aint gon argue with a peasant
me:
bro says the literal slave
16 hours of straight work???
yoongi:
naw that's w like eating and traveling from one place to another & shit ya dig
me:
you're actually a slave yoongi
yoongi:
hard worker*
recognize dat😤
me:
& you been doing that for how many years??
yoongi:
tbh almost a decade
me:
wHaT tHe FuCkiTy FuCk Fuck??!?
you're trippin
yoongi:
committed
at least i'm committed to something
me:
how do u know i got commitment issues🥴😩
yoongi:
you're just that type of person
we been texting long enough that i can just guess where to categorize you
me:
wow u think u got me all figured out huh
guess wut i'm thinking rn
yoongi:
ooga booga
abby giggled to herself quietly, she didn't expect yoongi to reply with that. they had been texting long enough to the point where she would think she had his complex self all figured out. yet he always seemed to surprise her with a different side of him. her heart raced every time her eyes scanned his contact name. was she just looking forward to text his entertaining self or was she actually starting to form a little crush on the stranger she texted.
me:
:o
he is speaking the language of gods
YOU ARE READING
unknown number • min yoongi
Fanfictionthe story of how i fell in love started with a wrong number. by the way the book might have offensive content and some disrespectful language for you lil pussys out there that can't take a fucking joke bc everyone is sensitive and always getting but...
