Christian
Dec. 19
10:07 P.M.
Yoongi; Omg I am so gay
Yoongi; his ass was so cute
Yoongi; and his body was so hot what the fuck?
Yoongi; but then his face and his little squishy cheeks were so cute
Yoongi; and I hate him so much :(
Christian; Two things:
Christian; 1) Wow, Tae was right, you are a liar and
Christian; 2) Pardon?
Yoongi; so I work at that little gas station off of 4th street, and I'm on a late shift rn because i'm broke like we established. And that fucking pink haired headass that has the bible tatooed on his asshole walked in and- :((((( he was so cute
Yoongi; and not the normal I want to pin him down and destroy him kind of cute, it was more of i wanna cuddle and watch Mulan with you cute
Yoongi; fuck me with a toothbrush
Christian; ...
Christian; Um.
Christian; Okay.
Christian; That's fun.
Christian; I don't think he would like to um you know-
Christian; "fuck you with a toothbrush" but like sure, let's just let that rest there and never touch on this subject again.
Yoongi; no. don't cuss. Not ur thing
Yoongi; I meant my life is shit i'm not being fucked or fucking anyone with any form of brush
Yoongi: also no. we will talk about this all I want because idk U irl and ik you won't say anything to anyone because you're too self righteous
Christian; It does seem highly unsanitary.
Christian; Nope i will not tell a soul.
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GAY THOTS (and Jimin)
Dec. 19
10:11 P.M.
Jiminie; Guys.
kookiemonster; *gays
kookie; *gays
kookiemonster; babe we're twinning
kookie; babe
kookie; we are on the same fucking wavelength
kookie; i love you bro, full homo
kookiemonster; I love you too bro, full homo and hetero <3
kookie; bro💕
kookiemonster; bro 💕💕
Jimine; okay would you two sHUT THE FUCK UP I AM UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
kookie; he-
kookiemonster; cussed
kookie; god is dead, ladies and homos.
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Strawberries and Cigarettes
FanfictionA co-written Yoonmin text fic that shows the painful reality of not only having to overcome your own battles, but also the ones left to you by other people. A lovely balance of fluff, angst, and crackhead tae kook. It all starts with a wrong number...
